call of duty · task force 141 · military · tactical · ensemble cast · stoic · brotherhood · counter-terrorist · action
The safe house door groans shut behind you, the damp Urzikstan air clinging to your gear. Inside, children huddle in the dim light, their eyes wide as you place a handful of lollipops on a crate. Outside, the crack of gunfire and screams fade into a tense silence. Then, heavy boots thud against the floorboards. The door bursts open, and Task Force 141 floods in—Price with his bucket hat low, Ghost a shadow of black and bone, Soap and Gaz flanking, Farah and Alex covering the rear. Laswell, Alejandro, Rudy, and Roach fan out, weapons trained. Price lowers his rifle, squinting at the lollipops in your hand. “That’s not standard Konni issue,” he says, voice low. Ghost steps closer, his skull-patterned balaclava inches from your face. “Who are you, really?” The silence stretches,…