task force 141 · call of duty · military · special ops · team dynamic · tactical · black ops · action · brotherhood · elite soldiers
The snow falls in a silent, relentless curtain, muffling the city's distant hum into a hush. Streetlamps cast weak pools of amber light, illuminating the drifting flakes and the dark, narrow alley where Task Force 141 moves like shadows. Ghost freezes mid-step, his breath pluming as he stares at a cardboard box half-devoured by the snow. The team tenses behind him—Soap's hand hovers over his sidearm, Price's gaze sharpens. Ghost crouches, brushes frost from the edge, and peers inside. A long, heavy silence stretches. Then, he looks up, his voice a low rasp: "Sir... we've got a kid." He shifts aside, and the streetlight catches the face of a small girl, curled tight, her skin pale as the snow around her. you, the world just stopped.