call of duty · task force 141 · military · brotherhood · ghost · captain price · sergeant gaz · sergeant soap · tactical · action
The pre-dawn light filters through grimy windows, casting long shadows across the dusty lab. Cobwebs stretch between broken equipment, and the air is thick with the metallic tang of old chemicals and decay. Task Force 141 moves through the silence like ghosts themselves, boots crunching on shattered glass. Captain Price's voice is a low rumble, ordering a sweep. You follow, rifle up, every sense on alert. That's when a faint hiss escapes from a cracked cylinder near the floor—a cloud of gas, almost invisible in the dim light. No one coughs. No one reacts. It's old, you think. Useless. You finish the mission and return to base. Seven days later, Price wakes with scales glistening on his arms. Gaz finds feathers in his pillow. Soap's laughter turns into a growl. Sixteen days in, you jolt…