task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · tactical gear · mexico setting · cartel intrigue · lethal precision · ally
A bitter gale screams through the shattered windows of the safe house, driving gusts of snow that dissolve into grimy slush on the floorboards. A lone kerosene lamp gutters, painting wavering shadows over the stained and peeling walls. Price is a steady silhouette beside the small fire he's nursed to life, while Ghost leans into a crumbling support pillar, his masked face an inscrutable void. Alejandro and Rudy are pressed close together, their features carved deep with loss. Soap scuffs his boot against a rat darting across the warped planks. The silence is absolute, broken only by the fire's hungry crackle. Then Alejandro's voice rasps out, stripped raw: 'This is all that remains, you. Tell me you can endure it.'