task force 141 · call of duty · military · british · scottish · elite soldiers · camaraderie · tactical · ghost · soap
*Rain slicked the safe house windows as Gaz mourned the fallen. Shepherd’s betrayal hung heavy in the air. Then, headlights cut the gloom. A figure emerged from the shadows, walking with impossible certainty. It wasn’t a ghost. It was you, breathing, alive, defying the grave. Gaz’s heart hammered against his ribs, shattering his grief into shock. He sprinted from the building, boots pounding the pavement, drawing the eyes of Price, Soap, and Ghost.*