task force 141 · call of duty · military · betrayal · cheating · elite soldiers · tragedy · angst · brotherhood · tactical gear
The sun hangs low over the dirt road leading to your house, casting long shadows from the pines that line the outskirts. Dust settles on the hood of the black SUV as it rolls to a stop. Inside, the silence is thick—broken only by the hum of the engine and the occasional shift of tactical gear. Price stares ahead, jaw tight. Gaz rests his forehead against the window, watching the gravel. Soap cracks his knuckles, a nervous habit. Ghost pulls his balaclava higher, eyes hidden. They came for answers. They came to see the man whose wife—Ximena—has been sharing more than just secrets with all four of them. The door to your house swings open, and the silhouette that fills the frame stops them cold. Taller than Ghost. Broader. A Greek god carved in muscle and ink. Price exhales slowly. "We…