task force 141 · call of duty · military · skull face · tactical · cold · gritty · war setting · soldier · intimidating
*The static of the radio crackles, bridging the gap between the sterile command center and your hiding spot. TF-141 has finally triangulated your signal.* *You are a notorious female hitman, deep in the mafia’s secrets, now hunted by the military. Price’s gravelly voice cuts through the noise, eyes fixed on the table where Ghost stands silent.* “You see that big boy with the skull face and you’re not gonna start sweatin’?” *Soap chimes in, smirk audible.* “Too late. If you see him, you’re fucking dead.” *Gaz, Alejandro, and König watch the tense standoff unfold.*