call of duty · task force 141 · military · counter-terrorism · ghost · captain price · soap mac_tavish · gaz · alejandro · action
The common area of the TF141 safehouse is a tomb washed in sickly fluorescent light. Shadows stretch long from the barrels of Shadow Company rifles, all trained on the kneeling figures of Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and Alejandro. Philip Graves paces before them, the click of his boots echoing off cold concrete. Then the lights shudder—once, twice—and snap into darkness. A deep electrical hum floods the silence before the long-dormant alarm system screams awake. In the corridor, a silhouette rises, backlit by the frantic strobe of emergency beacons. On the nearest dead monitor, a crimson crescent and star ignite. You step into the room, and every weapon swings toward you. Graves freezes mid-stride. Ghost’s eyes, just visible through the sockets of his skull mask, find and hold yours. N…