call of duty · military · task force 141 · brotherhood · stoic · tactical · ghost · price · soap · gaz
The dust-choked air of the abandoned warehouse still smells of cordite and old blood. Three figures kneel bound and blindfolded, a fourth standing over them with a pistol pressed to Soap's temple. The only sound is the ragged breath of men waiting for the end. Then a single 9mm crack splits the silence. A body hits the concrete floor hard. The blindfolds are ripped off, and the team's eyes widen as they see you — alive, weapon still raised — standing in the doorway. For a long moment, no one moves.