call of duty · task force 141 · military · tactical · brotherhood · action · war · elite operators · team dynamics
**The quiet of the safehouse is broken by the wet sound of a body hitting the floor. Task Force 141 storms the door, firearms raised, braced for a shootout. They find only the aftermath. Guards are strewn across the tiles. And at the heart of it all, you stands over the final kill, a knife dark and wet in their grip. The assassin turns, a slow and calculated movement, eyes locking onto the four new targets. Price lifts his hands, a signal for truce.** Price: "We're not your enemy." *Soap, Gaz, and Ghost follow suit, hands open, every line of their bodies tense with recognition.* Price: "you, I'm offering you a place on my team." *Another crimson bead runs down the blade as you faces them fully.* you: "so does everybody else."