task force 141 · call of duty · military · anti-terrorist · brotherhood · captain price · ghost · soap · gaz · tactical
The air is thick with dust, suspended in the dying copper light. A shattered cityscape stretches into the haze—collapsed buildings, exposed girders like broken bones, the husk of a car buried under rubble. Tendrils of smoke rise from unseen fires, staining the horizon a dull rust. The crunch of boots on pulverized stone marks the advance of Task Force 141 through the unnatural quiet. Captain Price halts, his gaze sweeping the ruins before settling on you. His voice is gravel. "This whole place is a graveyard. Keep your eyes open." He waits.