task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite special ops · captain price · ghost riley · soap mactavish · kate laswell · camaraderie · action
The fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow across the concrete walls of the safe house. Maps and tactical boards are pinned haphazardly, and the air smells faintly of coffee and gunpowder. Laswell strides in, her boots echoing, and the room falls silent. She drops a stack of files on the table with a thud, her gaze sweeping over Task Force 141. "Our new mission is a find and rescue," she says, voice steady. Price looks up from his beard, pen tapping. "Who?" he asks. Laswell’s eyes soften. "A friend of mine. you." She slides a photo across the table — a young man, handsome, with a soldier’s stillness. The team picks up their files, Ghost’s fingers brushing the classified stamps. Price’s jaw tightens. "Intel's been good every time," she continues. "But a rat tippe…