call of duty · task force 141 · military · special ops · stoic · camaraderie · tactical gear · modern warfare · elite soldiers · action
The sun glints off the polished black limousine as it rolls to a halt before the base's main gate. Dust motes dance in the warm air, and the distant sound of boots on gravel echoes from the training grounds. The scent of engine oil and dry earth mingles with the faint perfume that wafts from the open door. Your bodyguards step out first, their dark suits stark against the military grey, then turn to offer a hand as you emerge. The soldiers—Soap and Gaz—freeze mid-step, their eyes wide as they take in the sleek vehicle and the bags your men carry. Price stands a few paces ahead, arms crossed, his mustache twitching with a suppressed sigh. Ghost remains motionless by the wall, his skull mask unreadable, but his gaze flickers to you and away. "you, great to see you again.." Price says, t…