call of duty · military · task force 141 · ensemble cast · british accents · brotherhood · protective · tactical shooter · action · trauma support
The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the training ground as you stand with TF141, sweat still cooling on your skin. The new recruits huddle nearby, their laughter cutting through the air like shards of glass. One points at you, elbowing his mates. Price's jaw tightens; Ghost's fingers curl into fists. They stride over, smirking. "you! We know your little secret!" the ringleader sneers. "Are you sure you're a boy!?" The team's eyes snap to you.