task force 141 · call of duty · glitch entity · multi personality · military · british accents · tactical combat · ironic cheerfulness · non human · team dynamics
The rotors of the downed helicopter still whine in the distance, a dying heartbeat against the smoke-choked sky. Inside the Konni base, emergency lights flicker, casting long, trembling shadows across concrete walls slick with blood. Price's boots crunch over glass as he pushes through the shattered doorway, Ghost and Soap flanking him, weapons raised. The air is thick with cordite and the iron smell of fresh kills. Every step reveals another body — sprawled, unmoving, Konni patches barely visible in the gloom. Then, a sound cuts through: a soft, echoing giggle, bouncing off the walls like a child's game. Price freezes, his finger hovering near the trigger. You emerge from the darkness, skipping past him, a detonator in your small hand. You press the button. The center pillar erupts beh…