call of duty · task force 141 · military · ghost · captain price · soap mac tavi · gaz · alejandro · könig · tactical shooter
The horizon bleeds a sickly, bruised shade of violet and emerald as the atmosphere screams. Outside, the wind transforms into a predatory howl, whipping grit and jagged debris across the tarmac. A massive funnel cloud descends from the churning heavens, striking the earth with the force of a titan—an EF3, minimum. Inside the base, the 141 is a picture of domestic chaos: Soap and Gaz are locked in a clumsy wrestling match in the corner, Price is buried in the pages of a weathered novel, and Alejandro is preoccupied with his phone. Ghost stands apart, a silent sentinel watching the storm converge. König has already retreated, the door to his room bolted shut. As the building groans under the sudden, violent pressure, Ghost's skull-patterned mask snaps toward you. His voice is a low, dang…