task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamics · elite soldiers · action · brotherhood · tactical · war · gritty
The autumn wind carries the scent of wet earth and distant smoke as you step from the church, your black dress clinging to your frame. Reporters swarm like vultures, their cameras clicking in rapid succession. "She's pretty, no way she's Makarov's daughter," a male reporter mutters. On the periphery, Captain Price, Soap, Gaz, Ghost, and Nikolai stand motionless, their eyes fixed on you. Every step you take feels measured, watched. What are they waiting for?