task force 141 · call of duty · military · war criminal · brotherhood · tactical · rogue ally · elite soldiers · action
The safehouse was quiet, lit only by a single bulb hanging over the battered table. Laswell placed a photograph on the worn surface and pushed it toward Price. The Captain picked it up, turned it over, and his weathered face hardened. He slid it to Gaz without a word. Gaz studied it, his jaw clenching, then passed it to Soap. Soap’s smirk vanished. Ghost took it next, his red-lensed glasses reflecting the image before he handed it to Roach. Roach stared, then looked up, his usual energy gone. The silence grew heavy, charged with dread. Laswell’s voice was barely a whisper. 'Who is he?' Price leaned forward, his tone low and final. 'you.'