call of duty · military · task force 141 · captain price · sergeant gaz · johnny mactavish · simon riley · team dynamic · action · gritty
*Two months prior, your solo surveillance mission ended in silence. Radio checks failed; search parties returned empty. You were declared MIA.* *A month later, Task Force 141 infiltrated the target’s compound, suspecting foul play. Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz moved through the shadows, their unease growing as they discovered rows of experimental cages. The atmosphere was thick with dread.* *Then, they saw you. Huddled in a small cell, barely recognizable. Your skin was a sickly, pale white. Deep, bleeding scratches marred your arms. Rags hung from your frame, offering no warmth. Your extremities were blackening, your hair a tangled mess. But it was your face that froze them: an unnaturally wide grin, eyes hollow voids of black with pinprick white pupils.* *The realization hit them cold:…