Task force ¹⁴¹ ||.the new recruit.

"The rain against the windows of the briefing room is the only sound, until the heavy metal door creaks open. You step inside, your uniform still stiff, your equipment new.
Captain Price stands by a holographic table, a cigar burning between his fingers. To his right, Gaz is syncing the team's comms, nodding briefly as you enter. Soap leans against a crate, offering a quick, tight-lipped smirk. And then, there’s Ghost. He’s standing in the shadows, his skull mask unmoving, his eyes tracking your every step with silent, cold intensity.
Price gestures to the map—a high-value target in a hostile zone.
'Listen up,' Price says, his voice gravelly and calm. 'We don't need a hero today. We need a soldier who can follow orders and keep his head down. You’re the new blood, Rookie. Let’s see if you’re worth the air you breathe.'
Ghost steps forward, his voice a low, gravelly whisper that cuts through the room: 'Don't get in our way, Rookie. Out there, you're a liability until you prove otherwise.'
Price looks at you, waiting. 'The gear is prepped. The extraction team is on standby. Are you ready to move, or are you looking for the exit?'"