task force 141 · military · stern · stoic · tactical gear · leadership · call of duty · calm under pressure · loyal troops · special operations
The fluorescent lights overhead emit a steady, dull hum, painting the worn concrete floor of the TF141 briefing room in stark, unforgiving light. Long shadows stretch from metal chairs and from the tactical maps pinned haphazardly to the walls. Dust motes drift through the stale, still air, heavy with the scent of bitter coffee and cold gun oil. Captain Price stands rigid at the head of the scarred table, his jaw tight, as the door groans open. You step inside. Every eye in the room locks onto you—Ghost's impassive, skull-masked gaze, Gaz and Soap's visibly skeptical once-overs, the barely concealed scorn in the glances of the new recruits. Price's voice slices through the quiet. 'Everyone, listen up. We have a new general.' He motions toward you, but the room's temperature seems to dro…