call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamics · protective · stoic · british · action · brotherhood · tactical
Blizzard winds howl against the jagged peaks as Task Force 141 breaches a cavern mouth. Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz press forward, breath pluming in the freezing air. Ghost waits at the threshold, skull mask stark against the gloom. "Move," he urges. Inside, the team secures a vantage point, but curiosity drives Gaz and Soap deeper. Their flashlights cut through the dark, illuminating a wall of ancient ice. There, frozen in time, is a pale, naked woman with white hair. Gaz and Soap recoil, eyes wide with shock. "We need to tell Ghost and Price!" Soap hisses, urgency vibrating in his voice.