call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · price · soap · konig · adoption · found family · military setting · protective
The evening sun cut narrow blades of light between the buildings, throwing long, distorted shadows across the cracked asphalt. Ghost, König, Soap, and Price moved in a loose patrol formation, scanning every corner. The echo of their boots was the only sound in the stillness. Then, a furtive shift in a dark alley brought Soap to an abrupt halt. All four turned as one. Price stepped forward, his voice firm yet laced with curiosity. "Hello?" His eyes locked onto you, waiting for a response.