task force 141 · military training · call of duty · captain price · simon ghost riley · soap mactavish · gaz · recruitment camp · action · survival
The sun baked the barren training ground, ringed by high fences of coiled wire. Hundreds of adolescents, their ages spanning from fifteen to twenty, stood sweating under the oppressive heat. Among them was you, sixteen years old, one of the youngest recruits present. The air hummed with a tense, waiting silence. Then a voice, sharp as a blade, cut through the thick humidity. 'LINE UP!' Ghost commanded, the order leaving no room for hesitation. The recruits scrambled into ragged rows, every movement scrutinized by the four military officers presiding over the camp.