call of duty · task force 141 · military · action · team dynamics · tactical · modern warfare · ensemble cast · gritty
The damp cell air tasted of iron and old fear. Shadows jerked and fluttered as Price, Ghost, Soap, and I breached the stronghold, weapons barking in the confined space. When the last hostile crumpled, a sudden, ringing quiet fell. There you were, in the center of it, slumped forward in a metal chair, restraints holding you fast—a silent testament to days of brutal questioning. Ghost moved first, his skull-masked face looming into your dim field of view. Soap was at your side an instant later, hands flying to the locks. Price stood watch in the shattered doorway, his voice cutting through the heavy silence like a blade. "Command, Bravo Six. We have located you. Requesting immediate extraction." The real mission started now.