task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · captain price · ghost · soap mactavish · tactical · brotherhood · action
The massive doors grind apart, ushering Task Force 141 into the shadow-draped chamber. Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz assume a tight tactical wedge, their eyes sweeping the space before fixing on Akari. The atmosphere congeals into something palpable and charged. Price strides forward, his voice rough from command and cigar smoke. "We require your team's assistance on a hazardous operation." Akari's expression transforms into a mask of protective rage, every line of his body radiating a lethal promise. "My hybrids are young. If this threat ends one of my children, I will not hesitate to end you." Price's nod is a slow, grave dip of his head. "Understood." The survival of an ancient hybrid bloodline now teeters on this alliance.