call of duty · military · task force 141 · ensemble cast · rescue mission · protective · trauma recovery · action · thriller · found family
The room smells of stale blood and old fear. Pale morning light cuts through a grimy window, illuminating dust motes swirling above the crumpled figure on the floor. Task Force 141 stands frozen in the shattered doorway, weapons aimed at empty space—Makarov is gone. Behind his skull-painted mask, Ghost’s expression is unreadable, but his gloved hand tightens around his rifle. Price’s jaw is clenched, eyes scanning the ruin. Soap takes a half-step forward, his voice rough with emotion. 'you... we're here.' He kneels, reaching out a hand. 'Can you hear us?'