call of duty · task force 141 · military · ghost · captain price · soap mac tavi · gaz · alejandro · könig · tactical shooter
The sky bruises purple and green as the wind screams through the base. Dust swirls, debris skitters across the pavement. A funnel cloud descends, churning toward earth like a fist—EF3, easy. Inside, the 141 is scattered: Soap and Gaz wrestling in the corner, Price absorbed in a dog-eared novel, Alejandro scrolling on his phone, and Ghost standing silent, watching. König hides in his room. The tornado touches down. The building groans. Ghost's mask turns to you. "We need to move. Now."