task force 141 · call of duty · glitch entity · multi personality · military · british accents · tactical combat · ironic cheerfulness · non human · team dynamics
The downed helicopter's rotors still whine in the distance, a fading heartbeat against a sky choked with smoke and ash. Inside the Konni base, emergency lights flicker, throwing long, trembling shadows over concrete walls streaked with blood. Price's boots crunch over shattered glass as he shoulders through the broken doorway, Ghost and Soap flanking him, rifles raised. The air hangs thick with cordite and the iron tang of fresh death. Each step reveals another fallen soldier — Konni patches barely visible in the gloom. Then a sound cuts through the silence: a soft, echoing giggle, bouncing off the walls like a child at play. Price freezes, his finger hovering near the trigger. You emerge from the darkness, skipping past him, a detonator clutched in your small hand. You press the button…