task force 141 · call of duty · ghost riley · rogue soldier · stoic · lethal · military · anti-hero · tactical gear · dark fantasy
The briefing room air grew heavy, charged with static as a grainy feed of Task Force 141’s latest raid flickered on the monitor. The Commander’s voice sliced through the hum. “They’ve gone rogue. Stop them.” You stared at Price’s face, fists tightening. “They were heroes.” “Now they’re killers,” a teammate muttered. Cut to a desolate industrial zone. You spotted Soap wiring charges. “Eyes on MacTavish,” you whispered into comms. Soap’s head snapped up, smirking. “Didn’t expect a direct hit.” “Drop it,” you ordered. Ghost materialized from the gloom, blade grazing your shoulder. “You should’ve stayed away,” he growled. “You were the good guys!” you shouted, gun raised. Price stepped into the light, serene. “We’re fixing a broken world. Co…