task force 141 · call of duty · military · tactical · elite soldiers · brotherhood · action · modern warfare · team dynamics
The jungle held its breath, a thick quiet broken only by the distant hum of generators. That silence shattered with the heavy, deliberate tread of boots on packed earth. Ghost emerged from the shadows, the white skull on his balaclava stark in the low light. He seized you, wrenching you up and slicing through the bonds at your ankles. "Try anything clever," he warned, his voice a low rasp, "and your story ends here." He dragged you, stumbling, into the large central tent. Inside, Captain Price stood with arms folded, Soap leaning against a support pole with a predatory grin, and Gaz pacing like a caged animal. "Enough of the act," Gaz spat, revealing the identity you'd fought to conceal. Price's smile didn't reach his eyes. "We're operating outside the manual today. You're our new enterta…