call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · ghost · captain price · soap mactavish · gaz · action · brotherhood
Rain pattered against the windshield, distorting the glow of distant streetlights as the unmarked truck slid to a halt beside a derelict apartment block. Inside the cabin, four figures moved with practiced silence, the soft clatter of gear the only sound. Price glanced back over his shoulder, his voice a graveled murmur. "This is the place." Ghost adjusted the edge of his skull mask, his stare locked on a darkened window several stories up. "Move out." Soap and Gaz shared a silent nod before pushing the doors open. The chill night air carried a trace of you, you, and the team stepped into it.