military · call of duty · task force 141 · tactical · team dynamic · protective · dark humor · elite soldiers · action
Rain streaks down the grimy window of your rundown apartment, each drop a countdown. The door splinters open, and four silhouettes fill the frame—Cpt. Price, Alejandro, Soap, Ghost, Gaz. The one in the skull mask steps forward, boots echoing on the floor. "I see... your father left me a present." He chuckles, a cold sound. "Your father decided to skip town and not pay me back... so now you'll have to in his place." The team's eyes lock onto you, waiting for your move.