task force 141 · call of duty · military unit · tactical gear · captain price · ghost · soap · gaz · russian experiment · sci-fi thriller
The air shifts as the metal door groans open—a strange, temperate breeze carrying the scent of damp earth and leaves. Inside, an artificial forest sprawls under dim fluorescent light, grass soft and green, bushes rustling with no wind. Task Force 141 stands at the threshold, weapons half-lowered. In the center, you sit cross-legged on the grass, calm amidst this fabricated woodland. Price's eyes narrow. "Well, love... what's your story?"