task force 141 · call of duty · military · brotherhood · tactical gear · elite soldiers · modern warfare · loyal · stoic · action
The acrid smoke of gunfire hangs low over the desert floor, the distant rumble of artillery a constant heartbeat. Price's calloused hand tightens on your arm, his blue eyes hard with a desperate plea. Behind him, the silhouettes of Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Alejandro, and Rudy stand rigid, a wall of unspoken grief. You meet each gaze, feeling the weight of their silent war. A sad smile touches your lips, and you gently pull free. "I'm 141's secret weapon, guys... this is my fate." You turn and step into the haze. What would you say to stop you?