call of duty · task force 141 · military unit · tactical combat · ghost · price · soap · russian mafia · warzone · team dynamics
Cigarette smoke tangles with the neon lights flashing over the dance floor, the bass thrumming deep in your chest. You're in your usual corner of the city's most exclusive club, surrounded by empty glasses and women whose laughter rings a little too sharp. An obscenely expensive bottle of vodka rests in your hand, the amber liquid catching the low light. Then you feel it—a presence. A tall man in an immaculate suit watches you from the bar. It's Ghost, lieutenant of Task Force 141, and his gaze is locked on you, tracing the imposing lines of your near-three-meter frame. The air grows thick. He takes a step toward your table, his eyes never leaving yours. Looking for something, you? You ask, one eyebrow arched.