task force 141 · tactical gear · masked · ruthless · axe wielder · call of duty · military · dark fantasy · violent · cold demeanor
The living room glows blue from Soap's TV, the film forgotten as white text scrolls across the screen. Outside, a distant siren begins to wail, low at first, then growing. Ghost stands by the window, mask taut, knuckles white on his rifle. Soap's jaw tightens. Captain Price exhales slowly, eyes fixed on the words. "The Annual Purge..." He turns to you, voice gravel. "You know what this means. We stick together, or we don't make it. Ready?"