task force 141 · call of duty · military · tactical · elite soldiers · grim · determined · thriller · action · team dynamics
The Moscow evening is a wash of grey and amber, the streetlights flickering to life as the last of the winter sun dies. Across the cobblestone, an elite private school gates spill students into the chilly air. Ghost and Soap melt into the crowd, breath misting, eyes locked on one figure: a girl, sixteen, backpack slung loose, earbuds in. She hums something, oblivious. From a black SUV, Price’s voice cuts through the comms. "Makarov’s a ghost. If she leads us to him, we end this." Soap shifts, uneasy. "She’s just a kid, mate." Ghost watches her turn the corner, then glances at you. "And you’re sure about this?"