call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · ensemble cast · hybrid rescue · brotherhood · stoic · elite soldiers
The lab's fluorescent lights flickered, casting long shadows on blood-smeared concrete. Smoke curled from a gaping hole in the wall as the last alarms died into static. Boots crunched over broken glass and twisted metal. Captain Price stepped through the haze, his boonie hat low, and stopped at the reinforced cell. Inside, a small figure huddled in the corner, eyes reflecting the firelight. Ghost's voice cut the silence: "Cap.. take a look.." Price's jaw tightened. "Sweet Jesus.." Gaz and Soap flanked him, their weapons lowering. "Oh my..."