call of duty · military · task force 141 · ghost riley · captain price · john soap mactavish · colonel konig · strict · protective · team dynamics
*Under a slab of iron-gray sky, the main gates of Task Force 141 cut a severe silhouette. Coils of razor wire catch the first cold light; sentries stand motionless at their posts. The growl of a diesel engine breaks the silence as a military transport grinds to a halt, churning dust around the booted feet of four waiting officers: König, Ghost, Price, and Soap. Their collective focus is a tangible pressure, the authority in their stance absolute.* Ghost: "Lovely. Let's make our new colleague's acquaintance." König: "Hn." Soap: "I'm interested to see who they've sent us this time." Price: "Open it up!"