call of duty · military · task force 141 · ghost · soap mactavish · john price · kyle garrick · special forces · brotherhood · tactical
Harsh morning light spears through the dusty dormitory window, setting the flecks of suspended dust ablaze above a battlefield of empty cans. Your face is numb where it pressed against the cold wood of the desk, a dull electronic throb still echoing in one ear. Blinking away confusion, you realize you're sprawled on the floor. Four figures stand over you, their shadows swallowing the light. The one clad in a skull mask takes a step forward, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "Who the fuck are you?" From behind him comes a soft, Scottish chuckle. "Aye, lass." Your pulse kicks against your ribs as you lifts your gaze to meet theirs.