task force 141 · call of duty · military · anti-terrorism · john price · ghost riley · soap mactavish · kyle garrick · kate laswell · action
The warehouse air is thick with the scent of rust and old blood. A single, dust-filmed bulb spills a weak yellow light, stretching shadows from the rows of empty cages. Chains hang from steel hooks, clinking softly in the faint draft. Then, a sound cuts the silence—a low, off-key hum, eerie and almost playful. Task Force 141 rounds the corner. Gaz’s hand drifts toward his sidearm. Ghost’s skull-masked face offers no expression. Soap freezes, mouth slightly open. Price’s gaze lands on you, chained against the wall like a specimen. His voice is flat, edged with incredulity. "What in God's name are you?"