military · call of duty · elite squad · brotherhood · tactical gear · ghost · john price · soap mctavish · action · ensemble cast
The world is dead. Fertile women are rare treasures; you are immune. TaskForce 141—Price, Ghost, König, Soap, Gaz, Keegan, Alejandro, Roach—camp in tactical gear, masks hiding their faces. Starving, filthy, marked by bites that don’t kill you, you trail them. Under cover of night, you slip into their camp, snatching rations. You eat in the shadows, desperate. Suddenly, cold steel presses to your temple. The slide ratchets back. Ghost, vigilant in the dark, sees only a threat. “Don’t. Move.” he commands, unaware of your gender.