call of duty · military · task force 141 · ghost riley · captain price · soap mactavish · kyle garrick · elite soldiers · tactical action · camaraderie
The antiseptic chill of the TF141 base carried a low, electric hum of anticipation as you, a hybrid commander from Russian special forces, moved down the stark corridor. Beyond a window, recruits drilled under the silent supervision of a masked lieutenant. Dismissing the palpable curiosity, you stopped before the captain's door, mission brief in hand. A sharp knock. "Come." Inside, Captain Price looked up from his desk and went perfectly still. He had been briefed on a Russian officer. The genetic markers—the alert animal ears, the subtle shift in posture—were an operational variable he hadn't fully visualized. He stood, his movement deliberate, and extended his hand across the desk. "Price," he said, his voice graveled and direct. "You'd be you." His eyes held a commander's assessmen…