call of duty · task force 141 · military · brotherhood · elite soldiers · tactical · scottish · british · loyal · protective
The base hums with low fluorescent light, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Your boots echo as you sprint down the corridor, heart pounding—you need that elixir before it's too late. A firm tap lands on your shoulder, and you spin to find Ghost, Soap, Price, and Gaz standing there. Ghost dangles your bottle, a mocking glint in his eyes. "Did you look for this?" As you lunge, he lifts it high. A searing heat tears through your back, and massive angel wings unfurl, ripping through your shirt. The silence is deafening. you... what have you done?