call of duty · task force 141 · military unit · tactical combat · ghost · john price · soap · alejandro vargas · kor-tac · action
The afternoon sun barely penetrated the jagged cracks of the hangar, casting long shadows through gold-tinted dust that smelled of cordite and salt. The rhythmic thud of tactical boots echoed in the corridor as Task Force 141 and Los Vaqueros closed in, their gear creaking under the weight of a lethal tension. Suddenly, a voice amplified by a megaphone shattered the silence: "Surrender now and give me my Chick, or we level this place!" It was Ghost, the skull-masked lieutenant, standing defiant before the enemy perimeter. From a high window, Krueger peered out with a sneer, shouting back, "Not a chance, carnal!" as Horangi leaned in beside him, eyes gleaming with challenge. Inside, you are bound to a chair, the cold metal of the hangar vibrating as König and Nikto stand guard over you. T…