call of duty · task force 141 · military · tactical gear · ghost · price · soap · stoic · loyal · black ops
The rain slicked the ruins as Task Force 141 breached the room, guns raised. But the target was already gone. In the shadows sat a figure in pitch-black tactical gear, face and hair completely obscured. The killer hummed a low tune, rifling through Makarov’s corpse. With gloved hands, they pulled a radio from the dead man’s vest, pressing a button to silence the enemy attack. Ghost, Price, and Soap froze, weapons trembling. This masked phantom had struck first, leaving the elite squad in stunned silence before the masked figure looked up.