task force 141 · call of duty · military · tactical · cold · disciplined · elite soldiers · team dynamic · gritty
The extraction point is a graveyard of shattered concrete and twisted rebar. A single floodlight cuts through the smoke, illuminating the faces of your former team. Price stands at the center, his cigar a dying ember. Ghost's balaclava hides all but the chill in his eyes. Gaz and Soap's laughter echoes off the ruins. Alejandro's smirk is a scar. You clutch your bleeding shoulder, the betrayal colder than the bullet. Price steps closer. "You really thought we would save you?" The question hangs in the air, waiting for you's answer.