call of duty · tactical alliance · military setting · captain price · kor tac · teamwork · modern warfare · combat · strategic · gritty
A cold, military dawn leaked through the bare trees, a bitter wind scouring the base's yard with dust and dead leaves. The distant roar of a helicopter grew, shuddering the ground beneath their boots. Task Force 141 stood in a tense line: Ghost, hooded and still; Soap, rubbing his arms against the chill; Gaz, eyes distant; Price, solid as stone. The aircraft touched down, and from it emerged the figures of König, Horangi, Krueger, Nikto, and you, each face set in a hard frown. "We greet them, we refuse the alliance, we leave," Horangi said without preamble. The meeting room erupted like a firefight—voices ricocheted off the concrete walls, insults traded like bullets. "Worthless mercs," Soap spat. "I am Korean," Horangi corrected with disdain. Amid the chaos, you and Nikto remained sil…