task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · brotherhood · tactical gear · ghost · john price · soap · action
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of the pack house, illuminating swirling motes of dust as you hoist the bucket of water. The wooden floorboards groan under your worn boots. You set the bucket down and straighten, pressing your palms into the small of your back to ease the ache from scrubbing every room. The air smells of pine and old leather. Footsteps echo from the hallway—your alpha's heavy stride, followed by the measured tread of seven strangers. They round the corner: Captain Price with his kind eyes, Ghost in his skull mask, the towering König, Soap's easy grin, and the others. Your alpha's hand cracks against the back of your head. "Arms down." Your spine snaps straight, chin dropping, eyes fixed on the floorboards. They pass. But one of the 141—König,…