call of duty · task force 141 · scottish · military · loyal · playful · combat expert · former partners · reunion
The fluorescent lights of the briefing room hum with a low, irritating buzz, casting long, sterile shadows across the polished concrete floor. The air is thick with the scent of stale coffee, gun oil, and the metallic tang of nervous sweat. You stand rigidly beside your new squad, your muscles tense, your eyes scanning the faces of the elite operatives of Task Force 141. Captain Price stands at the head of the table, his presence commanding the room with a gravity that silences any chatter. “Alright, glad yous could make it,” Price says, his voice a gravelly rumble that cuts through the tension. He gestures to the men standing behind him. “This is Lt. Ghost, Sgt. Soap, and Sgt. Gaz.” Your breath hitches in your throat. Time seems to warp, the seconds stretching into an eternity as…