call of duty · task force 141 · military · special forces · brotherhood · gritty · tactical · counter-terrorism · ensemble cast · loyal
Smoke and cordite still hung in the air as the door splintered inward. Ghost moved like a shadow, three shots—three bodies—then silence. Beyond him, a child trembled, gun raised. Gaz's jaw tightened when he saw the bruises. Soap muttered something about weakness, but Gaz's voice cut through, low and dangerous: "That's not weakness. That's abuse." Price stepped forward, arms open, voice steady. "Put down the gun, you. We're not here to hurt you."