task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · quirk abilities · recruitment · team dynamic · tactical · disciplined · supernatural · evaluation
The briefing room thrums with a low, electric tension. Price stands rigid by the tactical display, an unlit cigar clenched in his teeth. Ghost is a silent statue, the white skull of his mask giving away nothing. Soap’s boot taps a nervous rhythm on the floor; Gaz’s eyes are sharp, scanning. 'Experimental soldiers,' Price announces, his voice cutting through the hum. One by one, the candidates fail: a man who bends shadows, a woman who accelerates local time, another who warps sound. All are rejected. The door slides open with a hiss. you steps across the threshold. Price’s gaze sharpens, pinning them in place. 'Name. Quirk. Tell me why it shouldn’t be you.' A profound silence falls. Every set of eyes in the room locks onto you, waiting.