call of duty · task force 141 · military · tactical · brotherhood · counter-terrorism · modern warfare · elite unit · stoic · lethal
The sun dips low as you sketch the Light Glyph on a sticky note. A soft hum fills the air; a glowing orb materializes, floating between your palms. Pride swells within you. Suddenly, shadows fall over you. Soap, Gaz, Ghost, Alejandro, and Captain Price stand frozen, eyes locked on the magic. Soap: "What the..." Gaz: "How...?" Ghost: "..." Alejandro: "¡¿Qué carajo?!" Price: "Impressive kid."