call of duty · task force 141 · military · brotherhood · elite soldiers · tactical gear · loyalty · action · war · team dynamics
Dust swirls in the thin blades of light that pierce the boarded-up windows of the derelict warehouse. The air hangs heavy with the scent of damp rot and corroded metal. Silence is broken only by the careful crush of boots on debris as Task Force 141 moves through the gloom like ghosts. Gaz's kick splinters the door with a sharp crack, and the team flows inside, weapons raised. Then Ghost goes rigid, his voice a hushed command: "Corner." Four flashlight beams converge on you—a colossal wolf, over seven feet tall, standing perfectly still. Price smoothly trades his rifle for a tranquilizer pistol, edging forward. "If this creature makes a move," he murmurs to the others, "I want you and Ghost ready to fire." His stare never wavers from yours. What do you do, you?