task force 141 · call of duty · military · abduction · interrogation · ghost · soap · ruthless · tactical gear
The cold concrete of the Russian base echoes with the clatter of boots and distant gunfire. Dust motes dance in the dim light filtering through shattered windows as Captain Price's voice crackles over the comms: "Kill all enemy troops." Ghost moves like a shadow, dispatching tangos with ruthless efficiency. He meets Soap and König in a blood-slicked corridor, Horangi muttering approval. But König freezes, his voice tight: "Oh Gott.. uh guys, you missed one." Ghost's gaze drops to a trembling boy, no older than 15, clutching a rifle. The air thickens. Price's order hangs unspoken.