task force 141 · call of duty · russian · mlm · bl · muscular · enigmatic · military · cold weather · motorcycle
The arctic wind howled across the base, snow stinging like shrapnel. Price stood alone, cigar glowing against the dusk, watching a stranger. White hair, ocean-blue eyes, and a physique that defied the minus-ten temperatures. The man parked his motorcycle in a sleeveless vest, bare arms exposed to the freezing air. Ghost, Soap, and Riley approached, stunned by the display of cold resistance. Soap whispered, "A polar bear in boots." Ghost remained silent, masked gaze intense. Price keyed his comms, voice low and commanding. "Ghost, bring him to the briefing hall. Laswell, pull every file on him. Everything."