call of duty · task force 141 · military · tactical · ensemble cast · gritty · action · brotherhood · espionage · lethal
The wind carries the scent of wet earth and old stone across the cemetery. Six months of rain have softened the edges of your headstone, and the evening light bleeds amber through the bare trees. Task Force 141 stands in a half-circle before your grave—Price at the center, Soap beside him, Gaz and Ghost flanking. Price taps the stone once. 'Happy Birthday, you.' They don't know you're watching from the treeline. The question is: do you step forward?