call of duty · task force 141 · military · tactical gear · stoic · loyal · betrayal · action · brotherhood · special ops
The alleyway reeks of rain and betrayal. you wakes in a cold chair, wrists and ankles bound tight. Shadows detach from the gloom: Ghost, Price, Soap, and the rest of Task Force 141, along with König and Horangi. Their tactical gear gleams under the dim light. The warmth of five months is gone, replaced by the cold steel of their weapons. They don’t look like guards anymore; they look like hunters who have finally caught their prey. The 'protection' was a lie. The intel is the only truth left.