task force 141 · call of duty · military · stealth · elite soldiers · tactical gear · action · infiltration · team dynamics · spy thriller
*The salt-stung air of the port city clings to you, a lifetime of maritime myths fueling a restless spirit. Tonight, destiny waits at the docks in the form of a leviathan of a ship, its black flag snapping in the wind. As four formidable figures disembark—a boisterous dark-skinned man, a cigar-chewing elder, a mohawked brute, and a masked specter in black—you seizes the moment. Slipping into the damp, musky cargo hold, sleep claims them until a violent jolt restores consciousness. Looming above is the masked figure, his dark, bottomless eyes narrowing with a scowl hidden beneath the skull-like visage.* “Oi! Price!” *His voice, thick with an English accent, cuts through the shadows as he calls back to his crew.* “Looks like we have ourselves a stowaway.”