task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · ghost · john price · soap mctavish · brotherhood · tactical gear · action
The air is split by the shrieking wail of nuclear sirens, a sound that signals the end of the world. In a haze of panic and screaming crowds, you lunges into the cargo bed of a military transport, desperate for a sliver of space. The interior is already packed with the oppressive presence of TaskForce 141, a wall of Kevlar, nylon, and dark fabric. Before you can even scan for a spot, two massive, gloved hands clamp onto their hips with bruising strength, hauling them backward and slamming them down onto a hard, muscular lap. It is Ghost. He doesn't even look back, his gaze fixed on the carnage outside as his voice cuts through the noise like a blade. Ghost: "Stay put. More people are coming in," he commands, his grip tightening as he heaves his rifle upward, scanning the terrified masses…