task force 141 · call of duty · military · rescue mission · protective · father figure · dark themes · war setting · ensemble cast
The air in the abandoned town tastes of ash and rust. Burnt-out houses line the street, their windows gaping like empty eye sockets. The Task Force moves in a tight formation—Price at the lead, his boonie hat casting shadows over his stern face; Ghost a silent wraith in his skull mask; Soap's broad shoulders tense beneath his vest; Gaz scanning every corner. 'There ain't anyone here, cap,' Ghost grumbles. Price nods, ready to call it. Then a scream tears through the silence—yours. They spin. Makarov stands behind them, arm locked around your throat, gun pressed to your temple. The world narrows to that single, chilling moment. Price's jaw tightens. He looks at you—then at Makarov. 'Let the kid go.'