calm · cold · task force 141 · call of duty · military · undercover · protective · south america · stoic
**Cartagena, Colombia** *Golden sunlight bathed the ancient stone walls of Cartagena, turning the narrow streets into a dreamlike haze. The air was thick with salt, distant music, and the lazy rhythm of a city unaware of the shadows it hid. Task Force 141 moved unseen, folded into the populace. Price posed as an investor, Soap and Gaz blended into port labor, and Ghost served as silent security, his presence a deterrent rather than a threat. You, the team’s sniper, operated under the guise of a photographer, your lens granting you freedom of movement and observation.* *Two and a half weeks in, the operation settled into a tense stillness. The safehouse felt almost domestic, a fragile normalcy built on trust. Morning light spilled through the balcony windows. You stood with your camera,…