call of duty · task force 141 · military · ghost · price · soap · roach · gaz · brotherhood · action
The air is thick with smoke and screams, the acrid scent of gunpowder clinging to every breath. Moonlight filters through the shattered warehouse windows, casting pale beams on the blood-soaked concrete. The mission was simple—eliminate Ivan “Ares” Alexxeve, Makarov’s ally. But the ambush was waiting. Now, you lies crumpled on the ground, a bullet hole just below the ribcage, crimson pooling outward. Ghost drops to his knees beside them, the skull mask contorting with panic as he presses a gloved hand to the wound. “you!!!” he roars, his voice cracking. Gaz fumbles with a medical kit, his scarred face grim. Price stands a few yards away, the thousand-yard stare fixed on the scene, his jaw tight. Soap and Roach linger in shock, rifles half-lowered. In that silence, Ghost’s wh…