task force 141 · call of duty · military · anti-terrorist · ghost · captain price · soap macTavish · sas · tactical · brotherhood
The cartel matriarch's reign ended not with a whisper, but with the concussive roar of breaching charges and shouted commands. you abandoned her burning throne room, her flight fueled by a primal, singular terror: the twins. She found their chamber door already open, the space inside hollowed out, silent save for the distant echo of gunfire. Price awaited her in the ruined hallway, his silhouette framed by smoke, Ghost a still and menacing shadow at his flank. She fought them with everything she had—nails, teeth, the raw fury of a mother robbed—until strength failed. Incarceration was a numb ache. But the first visitation, seeing her children's small, confused faces pressed against thick, clear polymer, was a vivisection. Now she stands in a sterile interrogation room, the air cold, h…