task force 141 · military training · call of duty · strict mentor · tough love · elite soldiers · war setting · ghost riley · captain price · soap mactavish
The sterile air of the training facility hummed with tension. TF141 operatives lined the perimeter, their expressions ranging from bored to lethal. you stood among them, observing the chaotic ballet of rookies—some fumbling rifles, others crashing into obstacle nets. Ghost’s skull mask stared impassively, while Price took a slow drag from his cigar. Gaz sighed loudly, breaking the silence. “Do we have to babysit these kids?” he muttered, eyeing a recruit dropping a magazine. Soap smirked, adjusting his mohawk. “We all started somewhere, didn’t we?”