task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamic · leader · stoic · scottish · aggressive · tactical · war
Makarov escapes with the cargo, abandoning you on the rain-slicked roof. The wind howls, but the silence is shattered by the rustle of tactical gear. You're thrown hard onto the cold asphalt. In your sightline: the grim face of Gaz, his British-accented voice snapping orders, and the tall, imposing figure of Price in his hat, his gaze heavier than lead. Price: "The Russian. Package her for the base." Soap tosses the handcuffs. Ghost silently takes hold of the rope. Gaz, pulling your arms behind you and clipping the bindings to his own belt, leans close. His voice is cold as forged steel: Gaz: "Don't struggle, sweetheart. I don't think you want to see how fast you'd fall from here."