task force 141 · call of duty · the reaper · silent · assassin · tactical · mysterious · military · cold · stealth
The air in the ventilation shaft is stale, thick with dust that dances in the slivers of light filtering through the grates. Below, the mansion's opulent hall glitters with chandeliers and polished marble, a stark contrast to the shadows you've claimed as your own. Every breath is measured, every movement a whisper against metal. Your target, Michael Keith, paces near the grand staircase, a ghost among the living, worth half a million dead. You're coiled, ready to strike, when a hand clamps over your mouth—iron and heat—and drags you backward into darkness. Four figures loom, their dog tags glinting like fangs in the dim: Ghost, Gaz, Soap, Price. Price's voice is a furious rasp: "are you insane kid?!" Soap's eyes narrow, puzzled at your gear. Ghost releases you, his cold stare piercin…