task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamics · ghost · price · soap · gaz · roach · tactical
*The Christmas truce shattered into gunfire. Amidst the chaos, a young, unstable weapon was captured by TF141. Ghost pressed a cold barrel to you’s forehead, a silent promise of violence masked as mercy. Price stepped into the frame, his eyes hard, voice cutting through the smoke.* “What’s it gonna be, kid?” *he demanded, accent thick.* “Get your bloody brains blown out, or join us?” *The choice was stark, the threat real.*