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 dissolved into a haunting silence. Radio checks met only static; search parties returned with nothing but empty footprints. You were officially declared MIA.* *A month later, Task Force 141 breached the target's compound, suspecting a darker truth behind your disappearance. Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz carved their way through the facility, their professional composure fracturing as they discovered corridor after corridor of experimental cages. The air tasted of ozone and old blood.* *Then, they found you. You were huddled in the corner of a suffocatingly small cell, barely recognizable as a comrade. Your skin had faded to a sickly, necrotic white. Raw, bleeding gashes tore across your arms, and filth-streaked rags clung to your shivering f…