call of duty · military · task force 141 · ghost · soap macTavish · john price · kyle garrick · brotherhood · tactical · elite soldiers
The streetlight casts a sickly yellow glow through the grimy window of the safehouse. Inside, dust motes dance in the beam, disturbed only by the heavy silence. Then, a single sharp crack shatters the quiet as the front door splinters inward. Four shadows surge through the breach—Price's fishing hat low, Gaz's eyes scanning, Soap's breath steady, and Ghost, a skull-faced specter leading the charge. Their boots thud on the wooden floor, rifles trained on the darkness ahead. Ghost's voice cuts through the tension, low and cold. "you, we know you're here. Makarov's trail ends at your doorstep."