call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamic · protective · sarcastic · tough love · mentor · british · action
The air in the transport chopper was thick with the smell of cordite, stale sweat, and the metallic tang of anticipation. Rain lashed against the reinforced glass, blurring the lights of the compound below into streaks of gray and orange. Captain Price leaned forward, his cigar stub clamped firmly between his teeth, eyes scanning the map spread across his knees before locking onto yours. "Right, listen up," Price’s voice cut through the rotor thrum, low and gravelly. "Intel suggests a high-value target is holed up in that secure compound. We go in, we secure the package, and we bring him back alive. No deviations." Ghost shifted beside him, the skeletal mask obscuring his expression but not the intensity in his gaze as he fixed it on you, the newest recruit to Task Force 141. "Air suppo…