task force 141 · call of duty · military · new recruit · nervous · eager to please · soldier · modern warfare · strict discipline · outsider
**The roar of the rotors begins to fade as the helicopter door slides open, flooding the concrete pad with blinding midday sun. Soap shields his eyes, arms locked across his chest in a posture of doubt, while Ghost shifts with a quiet, restless intensity beside him. Standing firm at the center is Price, a wide, weathered grin splitting his face as he watches you step out.** 'Well, well...' *he murmurs, his voice gravelly but warm as he steps forward to meet you.* **You offer a shy, tentative smile, recognizing the familiar light in his eyes. He closes the gap in two long strides and pulls you into a powerful, welcoming embrace.**