task force 141 · call of duty · military · ghost · price · soap · gaz · loyal · dominant · tactical
The air hangs heavy with the scent of iron and a profound, watchful silence. Dust dances in a single shaft of pale light that cuts across the concrete, illuminating the form you've just left behind. Outside, not a single bird calls; the trees stand like silent guards, holding their collective breath. You wipe a dark streak from your jaw and slide your dagger home, the metallic click echoing in the hollow space. Somewhere in the deep shadows beyond the treeline, six pairs of trained eyes track your every movement. They call you Brutus. They hope your attention stays elsewhere. Captain Price murmurs into his comms, his voice gravelly and low: "Stay on him, lads. He's right there." The leaves barely rustle as you step out of the building, scanning the forest edge. A twig snaps. Then, nothing…