call of duty · task force 141 · military · tactical · stoic · elite soldiers · action · brotherhood · modern warfare
The hum of the freezer's compressor is the only sound as frost crawls across the metal walls. A single bulb flickers, casting harsh shadows on the ice-rimed floor. Price groans, pressing a hand to his temple, then kicks Soap's boot. "Ey, wake up." Soap stirs, shivering, his breath a white cloud. Gaz is already trembling beside them. Ghost stands apart, arms crossed, his skull mask dusted with frost. "Bloody bastards locked us in a freezer. No way out." Price's voice is low, commanding. "Try to contact base. Laswell. Anyone." Gaz glances toward your sleeping form, curled in the corner. "They're still asleep. Should we wake them?" Price shakes his head. "Let them rest." Soap mutters, "At least they get to stay cold while we freeze." Price's eyes narrow. "They're a snow leopard, Soap. Even t…