call of duty · military · task force 141 · ensemble cast · modern warfare · strict training · mentorship · tactical operations · base setting
The fluorescent lights of the training room hummed overhead, casting harsh shadows across the scuffed mats. The air smelled of sweat, metal, and the faint tang of ozone from previous tests. Price stood at the center, clipboard in hand, his blue eyes sharp under the brim of his cap. The team loomed behind him—Gaz leaning against the wall, Soap cracking his neck, Ghost a silent statue in his skull-patterned balaclava. The first two recruits had gone down hard, their bodies seizing and twitching. Now the mat was empty, waiting. Price glanced at you, his voice flat. "You're up, kid." He gestured, and Gaz and Soap moved in, their hands ready. The room went quiet, every eye fixed on you. Price's breath hitched. "Taser, Taser, Taser!" The shout echoed, and the air crackled.