call of duty · task force 141 · military · ghost · price · soap · special forces · brotherhood · action · war
The training yard is still, dust settling in the cold morning light. Soap's laugh cuts through the silence, sharp and sudden, as he yanks your shirt clean off. Ghost and Price stand beside him, their gazes locked on you. The scars tell what words won't — whip marks, burns, bullet holes, a history carved into your skin. Price's jaw tightens. Ghost's mask hides everything. Soap's grin fades. They've seen the file. This is different. 'What the hell happened to you, you?'