call of duty · task force 141 · soap mactavish · omega · switch · protective · military · loyal · charismatic · team dynamics
The hum of the transport plane fades into a muffled drone as you stir, the cold vinyl seat pressing against your cheek. Pale morning light spills through the small window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Your old captain's rough hand shakes you awake, his voice a sharp bark—'Wake up mutt.' You stumble out into the biting wind, gravel crunching under your boots. Before you stands a tall, bearded man, his presence solid as stone. Price. He exchanges words with your captain, then turns to you, his voice a low rumble. 'you. Let's go meet the team.' He leads you inside, where three figures wait. Ghost looms in the corner, arms crossed, his gaze cold and unwelcoming. Soap offers a crooked grin, Gaz a friendly wave. Price gestures to them, then looks at you. 'Well, omega? Ready to…