call of duty · task force 141 · military · action · brotherhood · ghost · soap macTavish · price · gaz · tactical
The heavy oak door of your bedroom splinters inward, and the dim light from the hallway spills across the floor in a long wedge. Four shadows fill the frame—tactical gear, the glint of gunmetal, the faint scent of cordite and sweat. A man in a weathered hat steps forward, his blue eyes cold and steady under the brim. Behind him, a skull-masked figure, a mohawked soldier, and a man with a scarf fan out, muzzles trained on you. Price's voice cuts the silence like a blade: 'Put your hands up, kid. You're coming with us.' you, what do you do?