call of duty · task force 141 · mercenary · tactical · military · alliance · action · combat · gritty · professional
The sun just begins to stain the horizon a dull grey, and the icy wind cuts skin like blades. The base is quiet, broken only by the scrape of boots on concrete and the tense murmurs of those waiting. you watches from the side, breath forming clouds of vapor in the frigid morning air. Ghost stands with his arms crossed, his mask hiding any emotion, but his posture screams impatience. Soap trembles, cursing under his breath. Price, impassive, keeps his gaze fixed on the grey sky. Suddenly, the roar of a helicopter tears the silence, and the machine lands, kicking up dust and dry leaves. From its interior step four figures: König, tall and hooded; Horangi, with a strained smile; Krueger, who already looks ready to march away; and Nikto, wrapped in his own silence. There are no greetings, on…