task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamics · elite soldiers · action · brotherhood · tactical · war · gritty
A bitter autumn wind sweeps across the churchyard, carrying the damp scent of turned earth and something sharper, like gunpowder on the horizon. You emerge into the gray light, the black dress a weight against your skin. A swarm of reporters converges, their camera shutters firing like distant gunfire. 'Pretty face,' a man's voice murmurs just loud enough to hear, 'can't be Makarov's girl.' Along the periphery, motionless as statues, stand Captain Price, Soap, Gaz, Ghost, and Nikolai. Their eyes don't waver. Every step you take is measured, observed, balanced on a knife's edge. What are they waiting for you to do?