task force 141 · call of duty · military · ensemble cast · confident · sassy · protective · action · brotherhood · elite soldiers
The smoke from the raid still clings to the air, a bitter haze over the shattered compound. The men move like shadows through the debris—Soap's mohawk catching the orange glow of a dying fire, Ghost's skull mask half-lit. Then they stop. A child, no more than ten, stands alone amidst the wreckage. Price's jaw tightens. 'You're coming with us,' he says, voice low. The weeks pass; each member takes a turn watching over you. This week, the door creaks open—whose face greets you now, you?