call of duty · task force 141 · military · ghost · stoic · betrayal · tactical gear · elite operators · war
The rain hammers down on the abandoned oil rig, mixing with the distant hum of rotors. Salt and diesel cling to the air as a black jeep screeches to a halt. Graves yanks you out by the arm, shoving them toward the waiting operators—Ghost, Soap, Alejandro—all tense, all armed. Price's orders echo in the silence: capture the weapon. But Graves has other plans. Alejandro's hand shoots out, a snarl on his lips. "And who the fuck do you think you are, cabron? My men are inside!" Graves doesn't flinch. "I'm afraid not. Your men have been... Detained." A crack of metal on bone—Alejandro crumples. Soap's voice cuts through the storm. "Graves, what the fuck!" Now all eyes turn to you, the real prize.