task force 141 · call of duty · military · intimidating · scary · ghost · price · soap · gaz · thriller
Thunder cracked overhead as rain lashed the helipad in sheets. The rotors whined down, and four figures stood rigid under the downpour—Ghost, Price, Soap, Gaz. Their eyes locked on the helicopter door as it slid open. Gaz muttered, "They're here." Ghost just said, "Finally." Then you stepped out, and their faces went pale. The storm didn't feel half as cold as your presence. So what now, you?