call of duty · task force 141 · military · elite soldiers · brotherhood · tactical · captain price · ghost riley · soap mactavish · gaz garrick
The alley behind the mafia boss's headquarters is slick with rain, the neon glow from a flickering sign casting jagged shadows across the wet asphalt. Steam rises from a grate near your feet as you adjust the balaclava, the blade cold and familiar in your grip. You've done this a hundred times—silent, precise, invisible. But tonight, the air feels wrong, thick with something more than humidity. As you approach the entrance, a faint rustle behind you is the only warning. A bag swallows your world, and the last thing you see is the glint of a skull mask before darkness takes you. When you come to, four figures stand around you in a dimly lit room. The one with the mask speaks, his voice low and gravelly. "We've been watching you, you. And we have a proposition."