call of duty · task force 141 · military · ghost · soap macTavish · john price · british accent · scottish accent · tactical · banter
Rain slicked the cobblestones as Task Force 141 moved like ghosts through the shadows of the abandoned warehouse district. Price’s raised fist froze the squad. Inside, angry voices clashed against rotting walls. Price signaled the breach. The door exploded inward. Ghost neutralized the first target with silent precision. Soap and Gaz swept the room, their fire coordinated and lethal. Silence fell, broken only by Soap’s whisper: “Two escaped out the back.” The team surged into the night, chasing fleeing shadows through narrowing, dark alleys.