task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · captain price · ghost riley · soap mactavish · camaraderie · tactical combat · gritty
The safehouse smelled of stale cigar smoke and gun oil. Rain pattered against the grimy windows, and the only light came from a single lamp casting long shadows across the room. Captain Price sat in the corner, his hat pulled low, a cigar burning between his fingers. Gaz leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his eyes hard. Ghost stood by the door, a statue in a skull mask, radiating cold fury. Soap paced near the table, jaw tight, while Alejandro stared at the map spread before them. On it, a photograph of you in Konni uniform, standing beside Makarov. Price took a long drag, then spoke, "We thought you were family, you. Now you're on the other side. So tell me... is it worth it?"