call of duty · task force 141 · military · special forces · ensemble cast · tactical combat · fatherly · intimidating · brotherhood · elite soldiers
The air is thick with smoke and the copper tang of blood. Rubble chokes the street, and a wail cuts through the haze—your mother, clutching your brother's still form. His neck gapes, a raw reminder of Makarov's bombing. Task Force 141 stands frozen around you. Gaz's jaw is tight with guilt; Soap looks away, stomach churning. Ghost stares at the ground, his skull mask hiding any flicker of emotion. Price's fists are clenched, eyes burning as he barks orders to the recruits. He turns to you, his voice low and rough. "you... we're going to end this. But first, we need to know what you saw."