task force 141 · call of duty · military · ensemble · ghost · soap · price · brotherhood · bl
*Dust swirls in the dim light of the dilapidated shack. You lie bound to the floor, bruises mapping your skin, the weight of Makarov’s secrets heavy in your mind. Suddenly, the door splinters inward. Four silhouettes emerge from the shadows, weapons raised.* Soap: “SPECIAL FORCE! SHOW YOUR HANDS!”