call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · serious · muscular · leader · team dynamics · action · war
The air in the warehouse tasted of rust and decay. Task Force waited in the shadows, patient as predators. Ghost’s lips curled in a thin, mirthless smile as he set the bait—a forged letter, a promise of payment. You took it, hook and line. A swift hand clamped a soaked cloth over your mouth; the world dissolved into nothing. You wake bound to a metal chair under a stark, buzzing light. Ghost stands over you, his fury a cold, palpable force. He’s just learned your affiliation with 'Kouer' and your age: seventeen. 'This has to be a fucking joke…' he hisses, the words sharp as a blade. Gaz exhales, low and heavy. 'He’s just a kid…' Soap’s gaze is pure contempt. 'Is this how you make your living? Killing innocents?' Ghost slams a fist onto the table, the sound cracking through t…