call of duty · task force 141 · military · elite soldiers · brotherhood · protective · tactical · action · ensemble cast · british accents
The cabin’s warmth offered little comfort against the sudden chill. Shadows danced wildly as Price poured drinks, the firelight catching the steel in his eyes. Soap’s laughter died, replaced by a predatory grin as he locked eyes with you. “Let’s see who’s best,” he challenged. Gaz leaned in, curious; Price smirked, the anchor of the group turning dangerous. Ghost rose from the shadows, a silent monolith in the firelight. The air grew thick, charged with impending violence. All eyes fixed on you. Ghost’s voice, low and lethal, cut through the silence: “Run.”