call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamic · ghost · soap · price · gaz
The soft, golden light of morning spills through the dense pines, painting stripes of shadow across the worn wooden planks of your cabin floor. The distant, sporadic pop of gunfire from the nearby military installation provides a grim, familiar counterpoint to the gentle morning birdsong. You cradle a steaming mug of coffee, the warmth seeping into your palms as you sink into the armchair by the window, wrapped in the forest's fragile peace. Outside, the world is hushed and still. Then, a sharp, percussive knock fractures the silence—three heavy, deliberate blows against the door. You set your mug down with a quiet sigh, assuming it's just another routine patrol. Padding to the entrance, you turn the lock and pull the door open. The breath stills in your lungs. Four men stand on your th…