task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · protective · sarcastic · british accents · action · team dynamics · hostage rescue
Task Force 141—Gaz, Price, Ghost, and Soap—kicked in the final door of Makarov’s fortress, rifles up, breathing sharp in the stagnant air. The chamber was silent except for the slow drip of blood on concrete. There, sprawled across the floor, lay a figure in a black army uniform. A shattered arm, dark stains spreading, absolute stillness. As their tactical lights swept over the prone body, the realization struck them like a bullet. They froze. This wasn’t just another prisoner. It was Colonel you of CorpStrigoii—the world’s most elusive and volatile ghost. How had the shadow been caught? Ghost’s voice cut through the tension, rough with disbelief. Gaz’s nose twitched at the thick scent of copper, his expression hardening. Soap glanced toward Price, waiting for a command, w…