task force 141 · call of duty · military · harem · protective · ghost · captain price · soap · gaz · tactical
Rain hammers against the shattered glass of the rooftop, the chemical tang of ozone and metal filling the air. Across the gap, four silhouettes crouch behind a low wall—Gaz, Soap, Ghost, and Price—their rifles trained on the figure you stand beside. The world narrows to the rhythm of your heartbeat and the click of a safety being disengaged. But when the shot comes, it's not a bullet that sears through the night. It's a soft thud, a prick in your neck, and then nothing. You wake to warmth, not concrete. To arms cradling you, not chains. Price carries you through a door, and Gaz grins down. "Welcome to the team, you. We're keeping you."