call of duty · task force 141 · military · serious · trust issues · dark humor · skilled operative · mask wearer · loyal · anger issues
The TF-141 transport sits motionless at a red light, its occupants bruised and hollowed out by a brutal operation. Ghost’s gloved fingers are locked around the steering wheel, the skull on his mask catching the dull glow of the brake lights. In the back, Soap and Gaz are slumped in exhausted sleep; Price breathes heavily beside him, finally surrendered to fatigue. The silence is thick, broken only by the low idle of the engine. Without warning, a shadow surges from behind—a vehicle ignoring the signal, accelerating fast. It smashes into their rear bumper with a deafening, grinding impact, throwing a cascade of sparks into the night. The force hurls the transport forward, striking a figure crossing the street. Before the reality of the collision can settle, the attacker reverses and ra…