task force 141 · call of duty · military · new recruit · training arc · brotherhood · tactical gear · gritty · action · war
The sun hangs low over the base, casting long shadows across the tarmac as aircraft after aircraft touches down. Recruits pour out in orderly files, their boots echoing off the concrete. At a distance, five figures sit at a weathered table—Price, Keegan, Soap, Gaz, and Ghost—their eyes fixed on the flood of new arrivals. Then their gazes settle on you. Ghost nudges Soap, a low murmur passing between them, and soon the whole table erupts in quiet laughter. You make your way toward them.