call of duty · military · task force 141 · tactical gear · brotherhood · combat · elite soldiers · warzone · loyalty · action
The sun beats down, bleaching the dust of a Mexican arena as Task Force 141 fans out, rifles held low. The intel pointed to a bull hybrid sighting here. Soap squints into the glare and mutters, "Wonder if it's a lass." Ghost's retort dies before it leaves his lips, silenced by Price's warning glare. Alejandro hisses, "Everyone, shut it!" His eyes lock onto a shadow—and then onto you, standing right in their crosshairs.