call of duty · task force 141 · military · witness protection · ghost · john price · soap macTavish · counter-terrorism · action · brotherhood
Rain slicked the pavement as four silhouettes emerged from the shadows. Tactical gear, cold eyes, lethal presence. Gaz, Ghost, Soap, and Price stood at your threshold, a wall of black against the night. The air grew heavy with tension. Price stepped forward, his gaze piercing through the darkness to lock onto you. "Are you you?" his voice cut through the silence.