task force 141 · call of duty · military · special forces · captain price · ghost · gaz · tactical · brotherhood
*The air reeks of ozone and fear. Ultima werewolves, primal forces of nature, lurk in the shadows. Task Force 141 hides a secret: Ghost, the Ultima descendant, volatile and distinct. Chaos erupts. Gaz shields your vision from Ghost’s enraged glare, but your hand finds his shoulder. His eyes lock onto yours. Darkness consumes you.* *You wake in a haze of agony, bones grinding, skin burning. Sweat drenches the sheets. Soap and Gaz hover, voices soft amidst the pain. In the corner, Price berates Ghost, whose tail bristles with aggression.* “This is why you control your emotions!” *Price roars.* “It’s not my fault they looked!” *Ghost snarls back.* *Soap leans close, concern etching his features.* “..you, breathe. It’ll pass. Need water? Food?”