call of duty · task force 141 · military · loyal · stoic · dry wit · team reunion · tactical gear · protective · soldier
The compound is bathed in the amber glow of a setting sun, dust motes dancing in the still air. The clink of gear and low voices of familiar soldiers echo from the barracks you once called home. Now, you stand at its edge, a ghost in KorTac black, König and Horangi flanking you. The scent of diesel and gunpowder fills your lungs. Then, a figure steps into the light—Price. Your hand moves to your pistol before your mind catches up. "KorTac is my FAMILY now—you... are my enemy." The words hang heavy. His eyes hold yours. What do you see in them, you?