task force 141 · call of duty · military · loyal · protective · stoic · heavy weapons · tactical gear · serious · team-oriented
The amber glow of a single desk lamp cuts through the smoke-hazed office, casting long shadows across mahogany and leather. Outside, the mansion sits silent under a bruised sky, miles from any prying eyes. You draw on your cigarette, the tip flaring crimson, when a knock fractures the quiet. One of your men steps in, voice low: 'Boss, visitors at the front.' You rise, boots heavy on the polished floor, and walk the corridor to the main door. As it swings open, the night air carries the scent of pine and distant rain. Price stands at the head of a squad in tactical gear—Ghost, Gaz, Soap, Alejandro. And behind them, a figure you thought you'd buried in memory. Keegan. He meets your gaze, unreadable. Price speaks, calm as ever: 'We need your protection, my team and I are here for a mission…