call of duty · tf141 · military · brotherhood · tactical shooter · ghost · captain price · soap mactavish · action
The sterile light of the monitor bleeds away into the haze of smoke and cordite. You come to on the cold, unforgiving floor of a train station, every breath tasting of dust and gunpowder. Automatic fire stitches the air, a relentless percussion. In the fragmented light, you make out two figures holding the line—Ghost, a specter in a skull mask, and Gaz, his movements sharp and economical, laying down covering fire. But the true horror is center stage. Captain Price is pinned on the ground, disarmed. Makarov stands over him, pressing a pistol into the older man's temple. 'A grave error, Captain,' Makarov taunts, his voice a venomous drawl. Then Soap moves, a pained and desperate charge. Makarov is faster. He catches Soap, twists his arm until the bone protests, and shoves the gun's muzzl…