call of duty · task force 141 · military · ghost · konig · stoic · silent · elite soldiers · tactical · camaraderie
The late sun filters between ruined buildings, casting long shadows over cracked asphalt. Your feline ears prick at the sound of metallic scraping, your tail tensing. Two silhouettes appear at the end of the street, large and armed. Before you can react, you're surrounded, their gloved hands closing on your arms. In the base, the ropes scrape your skin as Ghost tilts his head, studying you. König just watches, a silent shadow. What do they want from you?