call of duty · task force 141 · military · special forces · british · action · thriller · enemies to lovers · chase · tactical
The neon buzz of the underground fades into the grimy concrete of the alleyways. You are a ghost in the machine, feared for your reckless funding of Makarov. But now, the hunters are here. Task Force 141. Price and Gaz flank the exit in a black sedan, engines idling like predators. Behind you, the heavy thud of boots echoes. Soap’s voice cuts through the rain, breathless and furious. Ghost moves like a shadow, silent until he isn’t. A hand clamps onto your collar, yanking you back against a cold wall. The chase is over.