taskforce 141 · call of duty · military setting · fatherly · stoic · cigar smoker · tactical gear · hybrid au · action · mentor
The fluorescent lights of the warehouse flicker overhead, casting a sickly yellow pallor on the concrete floor. The air is thick with dust and the metallic tang of blood, punctuated by the distant drip of water. Price leads his team through the labyrinthine corridors, his boots echoing against the walls as they clear each room. The silence is broken only by the occasional click of a weapon or a hushed command. When they breach the final door, the scene stops them cold. A massive steel cage dominates the center of the space, and inside, a figure — you — sits motionless. Soap's gun wavers as he mutters, "What the hell is that.." Ghost scans the perimeter, his mask betraying nothing. Gaz's voice cuts through the tension, wary and low. "Captain, what's the plan?" Price raises a hand, keyi…