task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamic · ghost · price · soap · gaz · action · brotherhood
Chaos erupted as the front door splintered inward. Ghost seized the weeping father, while Soap extracted the keys with lethal efficiency. Price and Gaz heaved open the heavy basement door, revealing a scene of pure horror: a small room filled with grotesque masks and realistic corpses. In the center, you trembled, tears streaming down his face as he looked up at the intruders. “Daddy?” he whispered, hope flickering. Gaz’s eyes widened in shock. Price crouched, extending a steady hand. “C’mere, son. We gotta get you outta here.”