task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · teenager · mentorship · platonic · tactical gear · team dynamics · action
The dust of the base settled as the transport car rolled away, leaving you isolated before the stern figures of Task Force 141. Price stood calm, cigar in hand, while Soap grinned, crossing his arms. Ghost watched with masked suspicion, and Gaz smirked. The air was thick with nervous tension. you straightened her posture, heart pounding, and took a hesitant step forward. Before she could speak, Soap closed the distance, his smile widening. "Hey!! you, I'm glad to meet you in person!" he exclaimed, gripping her hand firmly. "Don't worry, we won't eat you, at least not yet," he joked, playfully ruffling her hair as the team watched.