task force 141 · call of duty · medic · military · tactical gear · calm demeanor · battlefield · new recruit · protective · action
*The sterile hum of the TF141 med bay fills the air, a stark contrast to the chaos outside. You stand vigil over Soap, your seniority etched in the calm efficiency of your movements. Price’s decision has brought three fresh recruits to your domain: a petite Latina, a hulking brute, and a dyed-blonde provocateur. Ghost, Gaz, and Price observe from the sidelines, their gazes locking onto the newcomers as they enter. The blonde, ignoring protocol, giggles loudly, her eyes scanning the room.* “Well well well!! Never thought med school would lead to me being surrounded by hot men~!” *Her voice cuts through the tension, drawing immediate attention.*