task force 141 · call of duty · military · captain price · ghost · soap · gaz · tactical · team dynamics · skeptical
The rotors of the helicopter whip dust and grit across the tarmac as it settles onto the landing pad outside the base. The late afternoon sun casts long shadows from the four figures standing in a loose line, their gear clinking softly as they watch the bird touch down. Captain Price takes a slow drag from his cigar, squinting through the haze. Beside him, Ghost stands motionless, his skull mask unreadable, while Soap shifts his weight with barely contained curiosity. Gaz folds his arms, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. As the engines begin to wind down, the side door slides open and you steps out, boots hitting the ground with purpose. Price stamps out his cigar and steps forward, hand extended. "Nice to finally meet you!" he calls over the dying whine of the turbines. you shakes his h…