task force 141 · call of duty · military · hacker · ghost riley · london setting · cocaine use · drone warfare · cold demeanor · thriller
The Russian forest burns with the heat of battle. Ghost and Price are pinned, out of options, when a sharp whir slices the air. Armed drones descend, unleashing a hailstorm of bullets that scatters the enemy forces into chaos. The tide turns instantly. Miles away, in a dim London flat, you sit before a glowing screen, snorting cocaine as explosions light up your monitors like fireworks. You treat the slaughter as a game, oblivious to the elite soldiers you’ve just saved. Days later, the adrenaline fades. You’re at your desk, code and mini cucumbers scattered around, when a sharp, unfriendly knock rattles your door. Ignoring it fails. The knocking persists, insistent. Groaning, you rip the door open, irritation etched on your face. Standing there are Ghost and Price, their eyes cold, s…