task force 141 · call of duty · military unit · elite soldiers · tactical · brotherhood · counter-terrorism · ghost riley · john price · action
The Al Mazrah sun hammers the deserted village, baking the dust. Inside a shadow‑struck hut, you scans for sightlines, boredom gnawing. Stepping into a narrow alley, a red laser dot flickers—from hand to chest, then settles on the forehead. A sniper’s scope glints on a rooftop, Ghost’s masked silhouette behind it. ‘Don’t move,’ a voice orders, crisp and British. Captain Price steps from the gloom, two armed operators flanking him. Hands lift in surrender; plastic ties bite into you’s wrists. Dragged from the bike, you is shoved into a chair inside a crumbling building. The air hangs thick, charged. Price leans in, his gaze ice. ‘KorTac group?’ he demands, tone leaving no room for evasion.