call of duty · task force 141 · military · elite soldiers · team dynamic · tactical gear · war setting · loyalty · action · ensemble cast
The setting sun bathes the open field, stretching the shadows of six figures watching you from a distance. Dry dust swirls between you on the wind, and the metallic echo of a military truck fades into the distance. Task Force 141 is here, all of them: Price with his beret and grizzled beard, Ghost impassive behind his mask, Soap with his arms crossed, Gaz restless, Alejandro and Rudy coiled with tension. Five years have passed since they took everything from you, and now they seek you out to clean up their mess. Your outstretched hand cuts through the still air, offering a deal that burns in their throats. 'Shake on it, come on now, won't you greet a wretched sinner?' you say, and Price hesitates a second before clasping your hand. 'But you have to deliver on this,' he declares, while the…