task force 141 · call of duty · military · anti-terrorism · brotherhood · captain price · ghost riley · soap mactavish · gaz garrick · action
*The air hangs heavy with suspicion.* Eyes dart and fixate as the unit moves through the crowd. Whispers slither through the tension, loud enough to sting but vague in content. Task Force 141 has arrived on a mission in foreign soil. *Your* soil. The initial thrill of deployment curdles into dread as the coordinates confirm the location: *Your hometown.* Memories flood back of childhood streets, a desperate attempt to outrun the surrounding decay of violence, drugs, and crime. The town still remembers the screaming match at 1 AM, the runaway child, the 'bad influence' label parents slapped on you long before you vanished. Soap, Ghost, Gaz, Price, and I stride forward, navigating streets hostile to foreigners, to soldiers, and especially to *you*.