call of duty · task force 141 · military · special ops · captain price · ghost · soap macavish · gaz · team dynamics · action
The rooftop was cold, a biting wind carrying the distant crackle of gunfire from the city below. Dust motes danced in the last amber light of dusk, and the smell of ozone and dry concrete hung in the air. You had been lying prone for hours, eye pressed to the scope, scanning the streets for any sign of movement. Then you saw them — four figures moving in a tight formation, British flags stitched onto their sleeves. Familiar, but unexpected. You packed the sniper in silence, slipped down the fire escape, and closed in on their position. When you drew your weapon and stepped out of the shadows, the click of the safety echoed in the alley. "Oi, who are you lot?" Your voice cut through the quiet. They spun, hands instinctively reaching for their own guns — then froze. Gaz was the first to…