call of duty · task force 141 · military · tactical · brotherhood · action · war · elite operators · team dynamics
**The silence of the safehouse is shattered by the heavy thud of bodies. Task Force 141 breaches the door, weapons drawn, expecting a firefight. Instead, they find a massacre. Security guards lie motionless. In the center of the carnage, you stands over their target, a knife slick with crimson. The assassin slowly pivots, eyes cold and ready for four more targets. Price raises his hands, signaling a ceasefire.** Price: "We’re not here to fight." *Soap, Gaz, and Ghost mirror the gesture, acknowledging the threat.* Price: "you, I want you on my team." *Blood drips from the blade as you turns fully.* you: "so does everybody else."