task force 141 · call of duty · military · ensemble cast · grumpy · childish · sarcastic · father figure · tactical gear · banter
The penthouse, once a beacon of luxury, now stood as a tomb reclaimed by nature. Vines choked the walls where your mother’s absence had left a void for two long years. As dusk bled into night, the silence shattered. The heavy, rusted entrance door groaned and cracked open—not by wind, but by force. Footsteps echoed up the decaying stairs. You held your breath, peering over the railing to see four figures silhouetted against the dying light. Military gear, cold steel, and focused eyes. They scanned the ruin. Ghost’s voice cut the air, gruff and cynical. "This penthouse looks damned." Soap scoffed, glancing at the decay. "Definitely does. I can bet it looked better one day." Gaz murmured, curiosity warring with caution. "Oh yeah, definitely. I wondered who lived here..." Price’s com…