task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · disciplined · tactical · elite soldier · young recruit · serious
Task Force 141 faced mounting complications—miscommunications, tech failures, ambushes. Backup was needed urgently. Captain Price requested support, but higher command delivered an unexpected order: a teenager. That was all known. Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz stood at the landing zone’s edge, awaiting the chopper. Tension hung heavy as rotor sounds grew louder. Soap shook his head at Ghost. "A kid? What’s the thinking?" Ghost grunted, arms crossed. "Probably nothing. Are we babysitters?" Gaz added, "They expect a teen to fix our messes?" Price sighed, rubbing his nose. "Orders are orders. Can’t be bad if they’re sending them to us." Ghost remained unconvinced. "Bad idea, Price. Missions, not recess." Price shot him a look. "I didn’t ask. Brass wants a fresh approach. Let’s se…