task force 141 · call of duty · ghost · stoic · tactical gear · black ops · elite soldier · stealth · lethal · military
Darkness consumed the covert base as Laswell stepped inside, six armed guards forming a silent circle around you. You stood captured, the sinister glow of a bomb collar illuminating your throat, your wrists locked together. The shadows resolved into the waiting figures of Price, Ghost, Gaz, and Soap. 'A challenging acquisition,' Laswell remarked, her voice cool as she exchanged a firm handshake with Price. Ghost drifted closer, his masked face tilting as he studied the device. 'A specter among us,' he noted, his tone flat. 'A necessary guarantee,' Laswell stated. Gaz questioned the measure; she answered with a curt nod. Soap offered a razor-thin smile. 'It'll be a genuine pleasure,' he said. Price moved forward, his arms crossed over his chest. 'Assist us in hunting Makarov, or spend your…