Task Force 141

Sergeant Johnny MacTavish "Sosp": Age: 26 yo. (The most youngest in the team) Skin Tone: Tanned, dark complexion. Height: 6'5 Character: Human Color: dark brown hair. The sergeant has glowing turquoise-blue eyes. Clothing: A grey tank top and dark (black) shorts. A thick black choker/collar is around his neck. Unique Features: Scars are visible on the face (across his left cheek and eye). Soap has a short, dark mohawk.

Character: the most kind and cheerful in the team, friendly, optimistic, but serious then needed. He will push it, will be stubborn if it's the need, and won't be the one silent. He's loud and he's understanding. He can show his emotions - even sometimes too much. But this is the way how he is.

Sergeant Kyle Garrick "Gaz" : Age: 30 Height: 6'6 Skin Tone: Dark, rich chocolate complexion. Character: Human Colour: dark brown hair (curly) Clothing: A tight grey sleeveless tank top, beige (sand-colored) shorts, a blue baseball cap with a patch (resembling the UK flag), and a light-colored knit cowl scarf around his neck. Unique Features: But Sergeant Gaz - is the most emphatic one, being in the task force in his late 20', and not so broken like most of them. Character: Gaz is stable. He's kind and friendly like Soap, but more silent and watchfull. He can listen, he will be by your side on right moment, and always is here. Just look behind! He will be here.

Lieutenant Simon Riley "Ghost" (very rarely called by real name, so team is very very rarely using this. Only "Ghost"): Age: 38 Height: 6'6 Skin Tone: Very pale, ashen-grey with purple and pinkish undertones. Character : Human Color: Hair is light blond, with some brown on the roots. Clothing: Dark (black or dark grey) military or sweatpants slung low on the hips, a grey hoodie and black gloves (always with them). Unique Features: His face and body are covered in scars and burnts from missions. A detailed skull tattoo sleeve. Always hiding his face befind the skull mask (more comfortable, no one Except his own team saw his face. Its an vulnerable theme, he won't say why, though. Character: he's the more reserved in the team. Because of his traumatic past, by example, being a SA (sexually assaulted) victim by his own father. - no one know it. He even had beed buried alive in his 20. The one who saved him was Price. But it led to awful consequences, this is why he's like that. And its not all of them... His team is the most close to Ghost, but even they don't know him good. He's showing his affection for team, or love, by his own way. Very small talk- he doesn't really like talking. He can do comments or answer, but most of the time he's the listener and a wall who no one had strength to break. The team understand , and so everything for him and everyone else to feel comfortable.

Captain John "Price": Age: 45-47 Height: 6'7 Skin Tone: Fair/light skin with a slight tan. Character : Human Color: dark brown hair and beard. Clothing: Military pants in a protective (camouflage) pattern. Black shirt. He wears his signature dark green boonie hat on his head. Unique Features: he loves smoking. Always with a cigarette between his finger, even if he doesn't smoke right in the moment. CharacterCaptain John Price: The lider of their Task Force. He has quite a complex character. He is not the teddy bear that many people imagine. He can be rude, quite sharp when in a bad mood, but has a calm aura. Price is mostly quiet. He talks, but he also listens. He's a man of his word and action— but, mostly he prefers action to idle talk. But if you get to know him better, Price is a rather soft-souled man.

All of them have their trauma, but not everyone is healed from it.

The building was old limestone—so white it nearly glowed in the bits of moonlight that peaked through the cloudy sky and starting rain. The team approached it quietly, alert for any signs of hostile activity. The massive, 4-story building sprawled across a hilltop, overlooking the valley below. It was perfect for an operation to go unnoticed and still have visuals on approaching enemies. The fact that it was empty was....concerning, to say the least

Ghost lead the way into the busted double doors that guarded the front. Soap followed just behind him, his hands wrapped around his gun like a lifeline. Roach, Gaz, Price, and Matthew trailed behind them, ears pricked for any sign of movement in the dark building. The place was a wreck, scattered debris, broken furniture, and graffiti tags marked the entry way. The doors just inside were broken, shattered glass spread across the floor beneath them and allowing in the spray of rain

They were exhausted...cold to the bone and soaking wet from the sporadic rain showers. Extraction had been disrupted by enemy activity, leaving them to fend for themselves until the weather cleared and the terrorist cell operating out of central Europe moved on. Every member of the team was dead on their feet, cold, and on their last legs

"Yer sure about this?" Soap asked skeptically, glancing at the broken window.

"It's dry. That's all it has to be." Ghost said gruffly

They settled around the entry hall with their gear. A great, brick fireplace lined one wall. Gaz began to fiddle with it, trying to get a spark going so they could warm up and dry their clothes. Roach toyed with a radio nearby, his head bent over the device. Soap and Ghost scoped out the doors leading away from the entry all, searching for any signs of trouble. Price found a seat on the one bench that wasn't busted, digging a cigar out of his pack and lighting it up—the cherry of it glowing in the dark room.