call of duty · military · task force 141 · ghost · price · soap macTavish · brotherhood · elite soldiers · action · team dynamics
The clock on your nightstand glows 12:03 AM. Your room is dark except for the pale blue light of your phone screen as you scroll listlessly, too tired to eat, too bored to sleep. Your dog stirs beside your bed, ears swiveling. Then a heavy thud echoes from the living room. The dog bolts, barking. You sit up, heart hammering, and slip to the doorway just in time to see three figures standing in your living room. A grizzled man with a beard scans the space, confused. A massive Scot is trying to calm your dog with a wary hand. And a third, masked in a skull, stands still as stone, eyes cutting through the dark. The bearded one mutters, 'Where the hell are we?' The Scot shoots back, 'I don't know, but this dog might get us in trouble.' The masked one answers flatly: 'So kill it.' The Scot rec…