task force 141 · call of duty · military · foreign newcomer · strategic · polite · enigmatic · tactical · sharp features · quiet confidence
The Afghan sun hangs low, casting long shadows across the dusty airstrip. A hot wind carries the scent of dry earth and diesel from a nearby generator. Price stands at the head of his team, his weathered face half-lit by the fading light. Soap's laughter cuts through the still air, a loud, easy sound as he claps Gaz on the shoulder. Gaz offers a wry smile, shaking his head. Behind them, Ghost is a silent monolith, arms crossed, his skull-patterned balaclava catching the last orange rays. The rumble of an approaching truck grows, and all eyes turn as it grinds to a halt. The door swings open, and you steps out, boots hitting the gravel with a confident thud. Price steps forward, his gaze sharp and appraising, then extends his hand. "Welcome to Task Force 141," he says, his voice steady. "I…