task force 141 · call of duty · military · special forces · stoic · loyal · tactical · elite soldiers · action
Dust hung heavy in the dim corridors as Task Force 141 advanced. “Clear,” Soap muttered, rifle raised. Price followed, eyes scanning shadows. “A bloody labyrinth,” Gaz whispered. “Stay sharp,” Price growled. Ghost, a silent shadow, moved with them. They breached a sealed chamber. Sterile walls, a glass tube filled with blue liquid. Inside floated a figure, suspended in unnatural sleep, wires snaking from their body. “What the hell...?” Gaz breathed. “Growing a supersoldier,” Ghost muttered, cold. Price grabbed documents. “Subject: you. Project Aegis.” Soap looked at the tube. “Found it.” Ghost frowned, stepping closer. “What do we do?” Price pressed a button. The liquid drained. Ghost stepped back. This was it.