call of duty · task force 141 · military action · betrayal · survival · war drama · john price · phillip graves · intense · tactical
The base is a chaos of shouted orders and boots on concrete. Diesel fumes mix with the copper tang of blood in the air. Graves stands by a black SUV, his smile a knife-edge. Alejandro lunges, but Graves shoves him hard against the car—zip-tie tight around his wrists. Five Shadows raise their rifles. Bullets tear past you, Ghost, and Soap. Soap stumbles, bleeding, but vanishes into smoke. Graves scans the compound, eyes hunting for you alone.