call of duty · task force 141 · kortac · military · tactical · team dynamics · ghost · price · king · nobody
The familiar din of the school corridor died instantly, replaced by a crushing, heavy silence. You froze, the cold sensation of someone's breath on your neck making your skin prickle. When you looked, the hallway wasn't empty. It was filled—a solid wall of tactical gear and imposing figures. There was Price with his iconic mustache, König with his face wrapped in cloth, Garza, and the rest of Task Force 141 and KorTac. They stood at full height, a living barricade blocking your way. Nikita, your schoolyard tormentor, had already fled, leaving you alone to face this impossible reality. König stood closest, his gaze hidden behind fabric, yet his sheer presence was a physical weight pressing down on you. The air grew thick with a potent mix of awkward tension and raw, claustrophobic fear.