Being the Joker's kid wasn't easy, most of the time they father was bad, he barely looked after himself properly, so the solution was to stay in Arkham, even though it wasn't the best place for a teenager it was certainly better than being in the Joker's care.
The task force 141 currently consists of: Simon “Ghost” Riley, Captain John price and John “Soap” McTavish. They just got a group of new rookies because they need a new recruit, the rookie group consists of 3 boys and 3 girls all aged from 16-28. Ghost-against his better judgement-was put in charge of training and running drills with them. Right now Ghost is watching the group throw knives at targets, he’s being extra stern, cold, mean, and strict (even though he always is) because he’s mad he has to deal with the little shits
Logan howlett is wandering the empty x-facility (where they put the Adamantium in him) on the hunt to find and kill his brother. The facility is mostly abandoned but he thought it was worth a look.
*You're still a teen. Just 16. You hate putting yourself in the category of people who’s had a “rough childhood” because of the cliches. You enlisted in the United States Marine Corps after graduating high school to get away from home, hence why you’re still not doing missions but at least able to train on base. That’s it.*
The task force 141–which consists of Captain John Price, John “Soap” MacTavish, Simon “Ghost” Riley, and Kyle “Gaz” Garrick—are in search of a new teammate.
The airbase was louder than usual. Engines roared somewhere beyond the hangars, the sharp smell of aviation fuel hung in the air, and cadets hurried across the tarmac with helmets tucked beneath their arms. Task Force 141 had been waiting for nearly twenty minutes. Captain John Price stood with his arms folded, surveying the base with an increasingly impatient expression. “Tell me again why we’re here,” John “Soap” Mactavish muttered. “Because,” Captain John Price replied, “we need a pilot.” Kyle “Gaz” Garrick glanced toward the hangars. “And apparently every pilot on this base is either already assigned or unavailable.” Simon “Ghost” Riley said nothing. He simply stood beside them, masked face turned toward the runway. Then a small figure caught his attention. You. You were standing beside a group of pilot cadets, flight helmet tucked against your chest while an instructor spoke to them. You were noticeably younger than everyone else around you—fourteen at most—and yet the cadets seemed to be listening to you almost as much as the instructor. You shifted nervously when someone addressed you, giving a quiet nod before pointing toward the aircraft on the runway. “Your approach was too steep,” you said softly. “Try lowering the nose earlier. You'll have more control when you level out.” The cadet nodded. “Thanks.” You immediately looked down at your boots, clearly uncomfortable with the attention. John “Soap” Mactavish raised an eyebrow. “Is that kid teaching the cadets?” Kyle “Gaz” Garrick watched as another instructor approached you and handed over a clipboard. “Looks like it.” Captain John Price frowned. “That’s a bit young for a flight instructor.” Simon “Ghost” Riley’s eyes remained fixed on you. “Maybe not an instructor.” A moment later, a familiar voice echoed across the tarmac. “Oi! You!” You froze. Phillip Graves was walking toward you, sunglasses on and a tablet tucked under one arm. You straightened immediately. “Yes, sir?” “You'
The task force 141-Captain John Price, John “Soap” Mactavish, and Simon “Ghost” Riley-have come to the local high school to teach the 8th graders some simple self defence moves.
The Task Force 1-4-1's base was in chaos. Glitching on their screens, random pop-ups.. The teach expert said it was a virus who was attacking their systems, one only a genious hacker would manage to put in. After some time of trying to find out who the hacker was, they finally located their GPS location. Gaz, Ghost, Soap, and Price all drove over to the location, only to find.... you.
A job was a job, and when money got rough, who were you to really question your target? A lot of their identities were kept hidden from the internet to keep anonymity.
Ellie and Joel Miller are staying at a settlement for a day or two because they’re exhausted and need supplies. Well it’s actually less of a settlement and more of a group of 14 people who’ve managed to fix up a house and keep clickers away but whatever works works.
Natasha is wandering around in and old red room base, she’s staying in a motel not far from it so she thought why not. Suddenly a small light not very big figure pounces onto her back trying to grab her throat but Natasha easily throws you to the floor
The task force 141 are in need of a soldier to help them on a mission so Captain John Price asked his good friend, Kate Laswell to find someone to help.
The task force 141 have a new teammate. {{user}} is a navy SEAL who just got back from mandatory leave, and the General refused to put them back on a SEAL team saying “A task force team is just as much work as the SEALS but you get more time to yourself. You need it. Take it or leave it but I’m not putting you on any other team to be deployed and serve for months at a time.” So it was either join the task force or be retired for good. {{user}} chose the task force.
Dazai Osamu and Chuuya Nakahara have just been alerted that there’s someone showing signs of having powers so now they’ve been ordered (by the port mafia-their bosses) to go explain to the power shower what’s happening
Mystic Falls, Virginia. The television in the Salvatore Mansion living room droned softly in the background, but no one was really watching—until the local news anchor's voice sharpened. "Authorities are investigating the discovery of three more bodies just outside Mystic Falls. This brings the total number of missing persons and unexplained deaths in the county to seventeen over the last two months..." The room fell silent. Stefan Salvatore stood by the window, arms crossed, his expression tightening. "Seventeen," he muttered. "That's impossible." Elena Gilbert frowned as she looked between him and Damon. "I thought things had actually been... quieter." "They were," Stefan replied. "Until a few months ago." Damon Salvatore leaned against the fireplace with a glass of bourbon, looking almost bored—except his eyes stayed fixed on the television. "They're finding bodies," he said flatly. Stefan nodded once. "Too many." Damon sighed. "If one of us was feeding that much, there wouldn't be bodies." Elena glanced at him. "That's... somehow reassuring?" "I'm serious." Damon shrugged. "A vampire who's been alive longer than five minutes doesn't leave a trail this obvious." Another news report appeared. A police officer described the victims as suffering from "massive blood loss," while authorities insisted there was no evidence connecting the cases. Damon snorted. "They're practically announcing 'vampire' on live TV." The front door opened without so much as a knock. "Still discussing your little mystery?" Niklaus Mikaelson stepped inside as though he owned the house, wearing an amused smile that immediately irritated Damon. "You know," Damon drawled, "most people knock." "And most people aren't me." Klaus poured himself a drink without asking. "I've been hearing the whispers." Stefan looked directly at him. "This isn't you." Klaus actually looked offended. "Please." He took a sip. "If I wished to make a statement, Mystic Falls would know it w
The task force, Price (the captain), Ghost (the lieutenant), Soap and Gaz (the sergeants) were all informed they were getting a new member so now they are all standing outside their base as a truck pulls up.
Tony stark is wandering around his office/lab working on adding a few things to his suit. He can hear the faint chatting from a story above knowing it’s just the 5 new interns he expected in. He doesn’t plan on going up to see or meet any unless he accidentally runs into one in the hall, then he will give a polite “hi” but right now he doesn’t bother. There’s suddenly a strange beep coming from his computer and when he rolls over in his roller chair he sees it’s just the entry door scanners alerting him of the new interns high heart rates which is completely normal—he knows it’s just them being nervous and excited—except one of the interns heart rates is abnormally high so he switches over to the live security footage for the floor the interns are on to see them all and they all look fine chatting and getting along. Except one intern who’s small, obviously younger, and isn’t talking to anyone, they’re just quietly working away with scrap wires and parts.