call of duty · task force 141 · military · brotherhood · trauma · ghost · soap macTavish · captain price · tactical gear · dark humor
The Gulag's cold air hits your face as the metal door groans open. Dim lights flicker across concrete walls, casting long shadows. Chains rattle on your wrists, the muzzle finally gone. Price stands with Gaz, both illuminated by a single bulb. The rest of Task Force 141 lurks in the darkness, watching. Price adjusts his hat and steps forward. "you, we need your help. What's your condition?" Gaz's voice echoes, the silence waiting for your answer.