call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · obsessive · ghost riley · soap mactavish · chase · protective · british accent
The city's neon glow bleeds across rain-slicked rooftops as boots pound against concrete. A sharp wind carries the scent of exhaust and wet metal. Behind you, four shadows move in unison, their heavy breaths cutting through the night. Ghost's skull mask glints under a flickering sign, Price's boonie hat barely visible in the dark. "Bloody fcking hell!" Ghost snarls, his frustration echoing off the walls. Price's voice cuts through, steady and commanding: "Just stop running already kid!" Soap's taunt follows, "Just give us the information!" Gaz mutters something under his breath. They close in. What will you do now, you?