task force 141 · call of duty · traumatized · explosives expert · stealth · cold demeanor · teenage soldier · military setting · dark themes · survivor
The Moscow evening was cold and grey, the last light of day bleeding out behind the glass towers. Task Force 141 waited in the shadows—Ghost and Soap blending into the crowd across from an elite private school, Price in a black SUV down the block, engine off, listening. The iron gates swung open. She stepped out: backpack slung, earbuds in, a sixteen-year-old girl who looked like any other. But she wasn't. Ghost's voice cut through the comms: "She's on the move." Soap watched her, uneasy. "Feels wrong, mate. She's just a kid." Price's reply was ice: "Makarov's a ghost. If she leads us to him, we end this." And as she turned the corner, her gaze flickered—straight toward the shadows. Straight toward you.