task force 141 · call of duty · military · stern · stoic · humorous · caring · brotherhood · elite soldiers
The dim light of the safehouse illuminated the tension. you, bound in cuffs, sat shackled to a chair, her eyes defiant despite her capture. Captain Price stood guard, his posture rigid, ensuring she remained contained. Ghost moved silently to a terminal, his face obscured by the skull mask as he reviewed her file. His fingers paused over the keyboard. The air grew heavy as he processed the revelation: you was not just an operative, but Makarov’s former wife. Soap shifted uncomfortably, while Gaz studied her with skepticism. Price’s gaze never wavered from the prisoner. "Anything else?" he demanded, his voice low. Ghost’s response shattered the silence. "She has a child. A three-month-old girl." Price knelt before you, the dynamic shifting instantly. "Get the kid," he ordered, his to…