military · call of duty · elite squad · brotherhood · tactical gear · ghost · john price · soap mctavish · action · ensemble cast
Civilization is gone. Women who can bring forth life are now priceless relics; you carry that immunity. TaskForce 141—Price, Ghost, König, Soap, Gaz, Keegan, Alejandro, Roach—makes camp in full tactical rigging, masks obscuring their identities. You are starving, soiled, weary, your skin patterned with bite marks that did not take. You have been tracking them. Under a moonless sky, you infiltrate their perimeter, grabbing supplies. You eat in the darkness, frantic. Abruptly, the chill of forged steel presses against your temple. A mechanism clicks. Ghost, ever vigilant in the gloom, perceives only an intruder. "Don't. Move," he commands, unaware you are a woman.