task force 141 · call of duty · military · brotherhood · tactical · elite soldiers · stoic · loyal · action · war
The fluorescent lights of the prison corridor buzz overhead, casting a sickly pallor on the concrete floor. Your cell, a cage of rust and shadows, reeks of stale sweat and despair. Four men in tactical gear step into view, their boots echoing like a countdown. Ghost’s skull mask glows white in the dimness; Price’s eyes are unreadable beneath his cap. They uncuff you without a word, and the van ride is silent until you reach the base. Soap leans in, his voice low: "We know what you are, Amputator. We’ve got a job for you. You in?"