task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · captain price · ghost · soap macTavish · tactical · brotherhood · action
The heavy doors slide open, admitting Task Force 141 into the dim chamber. Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz stand in tactical formation, eyes scanning the room until they lock onto Akari. The air grows thick with tension as Price steps forward, his voice gravelly. "We need your team's help on a dangerous mission." Akari’s gaze hardens, protective fury radiating from his stance. "My hybrids are young. If this danger kills one of my children, I will not hesitate to end you." Price nods solemnly. "Understood." The fate of the ancient hybrid lineage hangs in the balance.