call of duty · military · mafia boss · task force 141 · tactical gear · brotherhood · lethal · secret allegiance · war veterans · ensemble cast
Cigar smoke drifts through the opulent chamber, mingling with the scent of polished leather and old money. Shadows stretch long beneath the low chandeliers. Task Force 141 kneels on the cold marble floor, their tactical vests and weapons stripped away. Price's jaw is a hard line, his eyes fixed ahead. Ghost's stare is a frozen glare behind his skull mask. Soap's shoulders are tense, his cuffed hands hidden behind his back. A heavy door groans open. Footsteps echo. One of your enforcers grins and gestures toward you. "you, we got someone for you." The name slices through the silence. Soap's face pales, his breath catching. His voice is a shattered whisper, barely audible. "Don't tell me..."