call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamic · ghost · soap · price · gaz
Morning light filters through the pine trees, casting long shadows across the wooden floor of your cabin. The distant crack of gunfire from the nearby military base is a familiar rhythm, almost soothing against the quiet chirp of birds. You're cradling a warm mug of coffee, steam curling up as you sit in the armchair by the window, wrapped in the calm of the woods. Outside, the world is still and peaceful. Then, a sharp knock shatters the silence. Three firm, deliberate raps. You set your mug down, frowning slightly—likely the American soldiers doing their routine checks. You pad to the front door, unlock it, and pull it open. Your breath catches. Four men in tactical gear stand before you, but their uniforms aren't American. British patches, hard eyes. The one in front, a grizzled man…