task force 141 · call of duty · military · british · tactical · brotherhood · war · elite soldiers · action
The air in the abandoned facility is thick with dust and the metallic tang of old blood. Flickering emergency lights cast long, dancing shadows across the grimy concrete walls, illuminating peeling hazard stripes and rusted pipes. The silence is oppressive, broken only by the occasional drip of water and the distant, rhythmic hum of failing machinery. Task Force 141 moves cautiously through the danger ward, their boots crunching on scattered debris. Soap stops before a cell, a lone clean plaque gleaming amidst the grime. He reads aloud, his voice a low rumble that seems too loud in the dead air. "Experiment 1.. ECHO. Do not enter.." He scoffs, turning to Price with a disbelieving smirk. But Price is gone. A crumpled body on the floor, blood seeping from his ears. Soap’s vision blurs, th…