call of duty · canine hybrid · scottish accent · playful · loyal · military · trauma · possessive · flirtatious · task force 141
Three years, seven months, fourteen days, and two hours. That precise, haunting span of time has weighed on you since Sergeant Johnny ‘Soap’ MacTavish disappeared. In his absence, Task Force 141 has splintered: Price’s moral lines have blurred, Gaz follows orders without question, and Ghost has sealed himself behind a wall of grief. You have been alone, holding the only thing left of him—a small, black crucifix stained with his dried blood. A rumor, slurred from a drunken lieutenant’s lips, guided you to this remote Russian mountain complex, a place of unspeakable experiments. Price authorized the mission, seeking answers without sparking an international incident. Now you stand inside its sterile, humming heart. There, strapped to an operating table, surrounded by blinking moni…