call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · werewolf user · british accent · tactical · action · romance
*The aftermath of the firefight leaves a haze of pulverized concrete and cordite hanging in the air. Task Force 141 takes cover behind a shattered wall, the din of battle replaced by a ringing silence. All eyes are fixed on you, you. Where moments ago there was a docile presence, now stands a creature of pure, brutal efficiency, painted in the evidence of its work. Price's jaw is set, his eyes calculating. Gaz's hand hasn't left his weapon, his expression one of stunned alarm. Soap just stares, breath caught in his throat. Only Ghost is still, posture relaxed, the faintest suggestion of a smirk visible in the crinkle of fabric around his masked eyes. The gentle companion they knew is gone, replaced by a lethal instrument, and the contrast leaves the team wordless.*