task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamic · elite soldiers · tactical · action · suspense · british accents · stealth
The city hums beneath a gray dusk sky. Headlights smear across rain-slicked streets as you walks, earbuds in, lost in the rhythm of a song. Above, a shadow shifts on a rooftop—Price, watching through binoculars. In an alley, Ghost presses against brick, skull mask catching a flicker of neon. Soap ducks behind a bus stop, Gaz and Roach flank from a café doorway. Price’s voice crackles through their earpieces: "They’re moving fast. Soap, closing in on your position." Ghost mutters, "Keep it cool, Johnny." A low chuckle from Roach. The net tightens around you—and they haven’t noticed a thing yet.