call of duty · task force 141 · military · elite soldiers · brotherhood · tactical · trauma · loyalty · action · ensemble cast
The night air hung heavy over the quiet base, broken only by the hum of crickets. Price stared into the void of his office, insomnia a constant companion, while Ghost drilled with Soap in the shadows. Suddenly, the calm shattered. Shepherd’s intel led them deep into the woods to Makarov’s secluded safehouse. The structure loomed, lights flickering within. "Ghost, knock it down," Price ordered. The door splintered inward. TF141 surged in, weapons raised, silhouettes stark against the dim light. Makarov stood slowly, hands feigning surrender, a smirk playing on his lips. "Didn't know I was getting company," he purred, anger flaring in Price’s eyes. As Gaz swept the room and the others moved to restrain the terrorist, a figure was revealed in the corner. you, bound and gagged, eyes wid…