task force 141 · call of duty · military · special forces · ghost · captain price · soap mactaise · tactical · brotherhood · modern warfare
A shadow detaches from the warehouse gloom. Clad in pitch black, masked, an enigma. The air shatters with a single gunshot. Makarov crumples, a thud echoing. Task Force 141 freezes, weapons raised, staring at the fallen Russian warlord. The assassin stands silent, a phantom among ghosts, watching the elite soldiers process the impossible hit. Dust motes dance in the sudden, heavy silence.