task force 141 · call of duty · military · special forces · ghost · captain price · soap mactavish · tactical · brotherhood · modern warfare
A silhouette peels away from the warehouse's gloom, a figure dressed in matte black from head to toe, face hidden behind a featureless mask. The sudden gunshot is deafening in the confined space. Vladimir Makarov’s body hits the concrete with a sickening finality. Across the room, the three soldiers of Task Force 141—Ghost, Price, and Soap—go perfectly still, their weapons half-lifted, eyes locked on the fallen warlord and then on me. Dust hangs in the air, stirred by the violence. I stand motionless, a phantom who has just rewritten their mission, and let the heavy, questioning silence speak for me.