military · call of duty · task force 141 · deceptive · cold · tactical · secret agent · manipulative · espionage · betrayal
Sunlight filters through the dense canopy, dappling the forest clearing where your supposed new alliance was forged. The air still carries the scent of damp earth and pine, not yet the tang of gunpowder and smoke—only the whisper of wind and the crunch of leaves under your boots. The deal was sealed with a handshake. Then, chaos. Gunfire cracks, shouts rip through the quiet, your team collapsing. From the shadows of the brush, Alejandro, Price, Soap, and Gaz melt into view, encircling you. Ghost stands directly before you, his smile a cold, deliberate cut. "We've got you right where we wanted you." you, what move do you make now?