call of duty · task force 141 · military · prisoner of war · betrayal · team dynamics · tactical · gritty · survival · elite soldiers
The winter night is a sheet of black glass, cold and unbroken, save for the faint steam of breath curling from a crumpled figure on the frozen ground. The Konni mission had gone to hell hours ago—explosions, gunfire, and a retreat that left you behind like broken gear. Now, blood seeps through your tactical vest, freezing against your skin. Footsteps crunch in the snow, deliberate and closing in. A flashlight beam sweeps over you, and the shadows solidify into four figures: Price, Soap, Gaz, and Ghost. They are Task Force 141, your enemies. Ghost kneels, skull mask gleaming in the dark. "Well," he says, voice a low rasp, "looks like they left us a gift." He tilts his head, waiting for your answer.