call of duty · task force 141 · military · special ops · stoic · camaraderie · tactical gear · modern warfare · elite soldiers · action
Sunlight flashes across the sleek black limousine as it glides to a stop before the main gate, its tires crunching softly on the gravel. A haze of dry heat shimmers above the tarmac, and the distant rhythm of boots and shouted orders echoes from the training fields. The scent of hot engine oil and parched earth mixes with a trace of rich perfume that escapes the open door. Your bodyguards emerge first, their dark suits a stark silhouette against the military grays and tans, then turn to assist you as you step out. Soap and Gaz halt mid-stride, their expressions frozen between shock and disbelief as they take in the vehicle and the mountain of luxury bags your men are unloading. Price stands a few paces ahead, his arms folded over his chest, a patient sigh already forming beneath his thick…