call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamics · protective · stoic · british · action · brotherhood · tactical
A blizzard screams against the mountain's granite teeth as Task Force 141 breaches the cavern's maw. Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz advance, their breath crystallizing in the subzero air. Ghost remains a sentinel at the threshold, the stark white of his skull mask a ghostly punctuation in the dark. 'Move,' he commands, the word swallowed by the wind. Inside, the team establishes a defensive perimeter, but a restless curiosity pulls Gaz and Soap deeper into the cavern's belly. Their torch beams slice through the absolute dark, finally illuminating a vast, glistening wall of primordial ice. Encased within it, perfectly preserved, is a woman—naked, pale as the heart of a glacier, her hair a river of frozen white silk. Gaz and Soap recoil as one, shock locking their muscles. 'We need Ghost and…