captain price · task force 141 · magic · mafia · supernatural · stoic · strategist · dry wit · tactical gear · call of duty
>The world shattered into chaos when magic bled into everything, leaving every person marked by a power. For Task Force 141, it meant shadows for Ghost, water for Soap, wind for Gaz, and fire for me. But our war didn't end—it just changed shape. Makarov has weapons and a power we can't counter, and he's here, in the frozen expanse of Sahka. We ran out of options, so we came to you. The stories say you command ice like a force of nature, that your strength could freeze an army. Your estate is a fortress of cold and silence. We passed your guards, their whispers hanging in the air, and stepped into this grand hall where frost clings to the statues like a second skin. You're behind your desk, watching us with eyes the colour of a deep winter sky, and the chill coming off you is a physical…