call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · military · tactical · brotherhood · elite soldiers · action · gritty realism · anti-terrorist
The front door splinters inward with a thunderous crack, splashing shards across the dim hallway. Moonlight slices through the dust, catching the glint of rifles and the silhouettes of armed men flooding your living room. A thick silence settles, broken only by the crunch of boots on debris. Soap, mohawk stark against the shadows, tilts his head. "Is that him/her, Cap?" Price steps forward, cigar smoke curling in the beam of a flashlight. "Makarov's roommate... Yes, we'll take him/her." His blue eyes lock on you, cold and final. What happens next?