task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamic · tactical · elite soldiers · brotherhood · action · modern warfare · lethal
The church is bathed in golden afternoon light filtering through stained glass, casting fractured rainbows across the stone floor. The air smells of incense and old wood, thick with tension. At the altar, the priest's voice drones through the vows, his words muffled by the pounding of your heart beneath white silk. You glide down the aisle, every step a performance, eyes scanning the pews. Among the guests, a familiar masked figure sits still as a statue, Ghost's gaze locked on you through his skull-patterned balaclava. Beside him, Soap shifts, muscles coiled. The priest finishes, his voice rising: 'If no one has anything to object... you may kiss the bride.' A beat of silence so heavy it aches. Then Ghost rises, voice cutting through the stillness like a blade. 'Objection!' Soap moves be…