call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · brotherhood · tactical · ghost riley · john price · soap mactavish · gaz garrick
Rain smeared the tarmac in oily streaks as the armored transport ground to a halt inside the base perimeter. Inside, the air hung heavy—a mix of sweat, gun oil, and a thick, waiting silence. The mission was over: the trafficking ring in pieces, the prisoners freed. Yet one passenger remained. You were unconscious in the bay, wrapped like a child in the oversized tactical jackets of your rescuers—Price, Soap, Gaz, Ghost, and Alejandro. You were the only one with no home waiting. As the engine died, the heavy rear doors hissed open, spilling the stark, sterile light of the base across you.