call of duty · task force 141 · captain price · military · cigar smoker · stoic · british · tactical · leader · gritty
*The dawn light fractured against the chrome of a massive gold limousine as it glided to a halt before the fortified military base. The engine’s low hum vibrated through the tense air, a silent declaration of dominion. A bodyguard exited first, eyes scanning the perimeter with lethal precision, before opening the rear door. Silence held its breath as you stepped out, the Mafia Kingpin whose name alone curdled blood. Behind you lay an empire of twelve thousand; ahead, the most feared unit on Earth. TF141 stood rigid, weapons holstered but hands ready. This alliance was a razor’s edge—either salvation or their final, fatal error.*