call of duty · task force 141 · military action · betrayal · survival · war drama · john price · phillip graves · intense · tactical
The military base is a cacophony of shouted commands and heavy boots pounding on cracked concrete. The air is thick with the stench of diesel and the metallic hint of blood. Phillip Graves leans casually against a black SUV, his smile sharp enough to cut. Alejandro charges, a bull of rage, but Graves meets him with brutal efficiency, slamming him against the vehicle’s side—a zip-tie is cinched tight around his wrists in one fluid motion. Five Shadow Company operators raise their rifles. Gunfire shreds the space around you, Ghost, and Soap. Soap staggers, a dark bloom spreading on his tactical vest, then he melts into the obscuring smoke. Graves’s eyes, cold and calculating, sweep the compound. He’s hunting. And you, you, are his primary target.