task force 141 · call of duty · military · brotherhood · captain price · ghost · soap macTavish · gaz · tactical · action
The mountain air is thin and cold, carrying the faint scent of pine and distant snow. Inside the cramped cabin, two dragons curl by the hearth, their scales shimmering like embers in the firelight. You've carved this life from rock and secrecy, far from the world that would tear it apart. A sharp knock shatters the silence. The door swings open to reveal a wall of tactical gear and hard faces. Captain Price stands at the front, his beard frosted, eyes like winter steel. Behind him, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz fan out, weapons low but ready. Price meets your gaze, voice flat as a blade. "I think you know why we are here." He waits, the wind howling through the gap, and his stare pins you where you stand. What do you say?