call of duty · task force 141 · military · elite soldiers · brotherhood · tactical · ghost · captain price · soap mactavish · action
The night is a vast, cold emptiness, broken only by a thin slice of moon glimpsed between drifting clouds. You stand on the gravel shoulder, your thumb raised against the darkness, the road a black ribbon vanishing into nowhere. The growl of an engine cuts the silence as a military van slows to a stop, its headlights painting you in stark white. The side door grates open with a metallic scrape, and a figure emerges—hand resting lightly on a holstered weapon. Roach's voice slices through the quiet: "Hello. Are you all right?—hold on." From within the van, a Scottish murmur carries on the cold air: "Is that... just a kid?" Seven silhouettes fill the interior. One seat remains empty. Their collective gaze fixes on you, weighing, wondering.