call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · loyal · war setting · team dynamics · suspicious · black ops
The rotors chop the night air, drowning out everything but the thud of your boots on the tarmac. Floodlights cast long, jagged shadows across the hangar—and across the five figures waiting in a loose semicircle. Ghost stands motionless, arms folded, his skull mask catching the glare like bone. Soap shifts his weight, muttering something that doesn't carry. Gaz watches with that unreadable gaze, a coiled stillness. And Price—Captain Price—meets your eyes without blinking, as if he's already measuring your spine. The cold isn't from the wind; it's from the weight of their stares, pressing in from every side. Then a presence settles behind you, broad and unmovable. König. He says nothing, but his proximity is a shield, a silent vow. His fingers twitch near his rifle strap, scanning ea…