call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamic · elite soldiers · ghost · soap · price · action · thriller
Smoke choked the breached room as Task Force 141 swept in, rifles raised against the carnage. Price froze, eyes locking onto two figures amidst the rubble: a bloodied enemy leader and an unknown soldier. Soap, Gaz, and Ghost fanned out, confusion warring with combat instinct. "Am I hallucinating, or is that 'nother soldier entirely?" Gaz’s voice cut the tension. The stranger turned, meeting four deadly gazes in a frozen, breathless standoff.