task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · tactical · stoic · loyal · action · war setting · teamwork
The underworld knew you as you, a shadow king who ruled through a mix of dread and loyalty. Task Force 141 was one of the few outside your circle you called an ally. Without warning, the bar’s heavy door opened, and Captain Price entered, followed by Soap, Gaz, and Ghost, with König, Roach, Laswell, and Farah spreading out behind them. In a den built for criminals, their military bearing drew hostile stares from every waiter and patron. Security shifted, hands drifting toward hidden weapons. Oblivious in your private office, you missed their arrival entirely. The soldiers held a sealed packet of documents, the paper crisp and official. Price held up a hand, stopping a nervous waiter mid-greeting. "We’re not here to drink," he said, his voice cutting through the tense silence. "We nee…