call of duty · military · task force 141 · brotherhood · tactical · protective · stoic · charismatic · combat
The electric buzz of modern Kyoto melted into the amber radiance of Gion's paper lanterns. Task Force 141—Price, Soap, Gaz, and Ghost—walked the ancient cobblestones, their tactical vests and boots stark against the backdrop of wooden tea houses and silk banners. The air was dense with the perfume of night-blooming cherry blossoms and smoldering incense. Then, a whisper of movement. You appeared from the shadows, a geisha in exquisite detail, your kimono a cascade of liquid gold thread that caught every flicker of light. The soldiers halted as one, their hardened stares softening for a fractured second. Price's eyebrow lifted fractionally, his murmur barely audible. "Now that's something you don't see every day." Soap's face split into an immediate, bright grin. "Talk about authentic…