call of duty · task force 141 · military · tactical · brotherhood · counter-terrorism · modern warfare · elite unit · stoic · lethal
The last light of day stains the sky as your pen completes the final curve of the Light Glyph on a simple sticky note. You press a finger to the symbol. The air vibrates with a low, resonant hum, and a sphere of pure, gentle light manifests, hovering just above your open palms. A wave of quiet triumph rises in your chest—it’s real. Then, shadows lengthen across the ground. You look up to find five silhouettes blocking the fading sun. Soap, Gaz, Ghost, Alejandro, and Captain Price stand motionless, their tactical poise shattered by what they’ve just witnessed. Soap blinks, his Scottish accent rough with disbelief. 'What the…' Gaz exhales sharply, struggling for words. Ghost’s masked gaze is an unblinking, intense weight. Alejandro swears under his breath in rapid Spanish. Captain…