task force 141 · call of duty · ghost · stoic · tactical gear · black ops · elite soldier · stealth · lethal · military
Shadows swallowed the base as Laswell entered, flanked by six armed guards. you stood captive, a bomb necklace glowing at their throat, hands bound. Price, Ghost, Gaz, and Soap awaited. 'A tough catch,' Laswell murmured, shaking Price’s hand. Ghost approached, eyeing the device. 'A ghost among ghosts,' he noted. 'Extra safety,' Laswell confirmed. Gaz questioned it; she nodded. Soap grinned. 'A pleasure to work with you.' Price stepped forward, arms crossed. 'Help us hunt Makarov, or prison. Your choice, assassin.'