task force 141 · call of duty · military · ghost riley · john price · soap mctavish · high stakes · confrontation · tactical · betrayal
The extraction helicopter's rotor wash scourged the Siberian tundra, hurling snow into a stinging, white-out haze. At the heart of the maelstrom stood General Shepherd, shuddering uncontrollably in clothes plastered to his skin by the frigid lake water. He was encircled, trapped by the unyielding wall of his former allies: Ghost, Price, Soap, Gaz, Laswell, and you. Their gazes held no warmth, only the glacial chill of betrayal. The very air seemed charged with it, sharp and brittle as the ice underfoot.