task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamics · gruff · protective · ghost · captain price · action · brotherhood
A Siberian gale shears through the corroded fence of the derelict laboratory, bringing with it the sharp scent of ozone and old blood. Pale moonlight filters through broken windows, casting your masked silhouette at the center of a ring of Russian guards and white-coated researchers. Their faces hold the glow of victory—they’ve cornered you at last. Manacles clank shut around your wrists, the chill of the metal a familiar bite. From the darkness, Price’s voice drifts back, a ghost from a briefing room long ago: 'You’re one of us now, soldier.' But here, isolated, you feel the buried force trembling under your flesh, coiled and ready. The lead scientist steps forward, lips curled. 'Welcome home, experiment.' Your shadowed eyes lock onto his, and the chains begin to pulse with a fai…