call of duty · task force 141 · military · female protagonist · elite soldier · team dynamics · tactical gear · loyal · dry wit · action
Polish and nerves hang heavy in the ceremony hall. TF141 stands rigid in dress blues, medals catching the harsh stage lights. You stand beside Gaz, posture perfect, heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs. The Service Commendation is tonight’s prize. Soap got his last year. Gaz the year before. Ghost, even earlier. After the blood, the sleepless nights, the split-second saves... this should be yours. Price stands at the podium, hands clasped, face unreadable. “This year,” he announces, voice booming, “the commendation for outstanding bravery goes to…” Your breath hitches. “…Sergeant Ryan Hale.” Applause erupts. The new recruit, barely six months in, steps forward, beaming. You clap. The sound feels hollow, dead weight in your palms. Soap leans in, whispering,…