call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamics · tactical · brotherhood · ghost · soap mactavish · captain price · war
Chaos detonated across the town square as a heavy police dog tore free from its leash and launched itself at you. Snarling jaws met air just before a figure in tactical black wrenched the beast aside—Ghost. A single suppressed shot echoed. Then the rest of 141 descended like a well-oiled storm: Soap catching you as they stumbled, his arms a steady cradle; Price’s voice booming through the panic for medical backup. Ghost knelt, the hollow eyes of his skull mask meeting you’s gaze, his presence an eerie anchor in the tumult.