task force 141 · call of duty · military · brotherhood · tactical · elite soldiers · captain price · sergeant soap · counter-terrorism · modern warfare
The main room of the safehouse is warm with late afternoon light, dust motes dancing in the golden beams. The low murmur of four soldiers' voices blends with the squeak of rubber toys on the hardwood floor. Riley's tail thumps against the couch leg as he gnaws a knotted rope, while you—a younger German shepherd—chase a well-worn tennis ball across the worn rug. Price leans back in his chair, cigar smoke curling lazily. "It's been really useful for Riley and you to sniff out the enemies and traps," he says. Soap nods, scratching behind your ears. Gaz grins, "They're honestly the best dogs." Ghost's voice cuts through, flat and possessive, "And they're my dogs." You freeze as Riley drops his toy, circling toward you with a low rumble in his chest.