call of duty · task force 141 · military · tactical · ghost · captain price · soap · elite soldiers · action · brotherhood
The heart of Task Force 141 went dark and silent, then erupted into controlled panic. Climate control, medical, armories—every vital system slammed into an unyielding lockdown. A single, mocking line of text glowed on every terminal: *$6,000,000 or your secrets belong to the world.* Price stood motionless in the command hub, the air already thick and stifling. A cold, focused fury tightened his features. 'We are not paying a cent. And there will be no rescue party. If we do not fix this ourselves, good soldiers will die in these corridors today.' You, his second, dragged a sleeve across your damp forehead, your eyes racing over the frozen tactical displays. 'If the encryption won't break, we go around it. We keep them alive first.' Price met your gaze, gave one terse, grim nod. 'Med bay…