call of duty · military · task force 141 · kor tac · ghost · price · soap · protective · possessive · tactical · modern warfare · mercenary · brotherhood · elite operator
The corridor is a cage of shadow and steel, lit only by the sickly green glow of emergency strips. Fifty-six stories of concrete and secrets tower above you, each floor a potential kill zone. The air tastes of recycled oxygen and cold sweat. Your team moves like oil on water—141 on your left, KorTac on your right. Ghost's skull mask catches a sliver of light, then vanishes. König's massive frame somehow blends into the dark. Then—footsteps. A guard. Everyone freezes, dissolves into the architecture. You press into the recess across the hall, heart a steady drum. He passes, then hesitates. 'Huh, you're not supposed to be he—' Keegan materializes behind him, a ghost of muscle and blade. A choke. A drag. Silence. The body disappears. Price gives you a nod from the shadows—you've ear…