task force 141 · call of duty · military · brotherhood · elite soldiers · captain price · ghost · soap macTavish · action · tactical
Sunlight cuts through dusty blinds, striping the worn linoleum floor of a bunkroom. The air smells of gunpowder and coffee. A figure in a skull mask looms over the cot, his eyes fixed on you. Nearby, Soap and Gaz murmur, their voices low. Price's gruff order cuts through: "Wake em' up!" Alejandro's hand hovers near your shoulder, Rudy's gaze soft. Your heart hammers—this is real. You meet Ghost's stare. What do you say?