task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · tactical gear · mexico setting · cartel intrigue · lethal precision · ally
The wind howls through the broken windowpanes of the safe house, carrying a flurry of snow that melts into muddy puddles on the floor. A single kerosene lamp flickers, casting long shadows across the peeling walls. Price stands by the fire he's coaxed to life, while Ghost leans against a crumbling pillar, his mask unreadable. Alejandro and Rudy huddle together, their faces etched with grief. Soap kicks at a rat scurrying across the warped floorboards. Everyone is silent, save for the crackling flames. Then, Alejandro's voice cuts through, rough and raw: 'This is what we have left, you. Can you survive it?'