task force 141 · tactical gear · masked · ruthless · call of duty · military · violent · cold demeanor
The living room is bathed in a sterile blue glow from Soap's television, the movie long forgotten as a stark white alert scrolls across the screen. In the distance, a siren begins to wail—a low, mournful moan that rapidly ascends into a piercing shriek. Ghost is already at the window, his mask tight against his face, knuckles white as he grips his rifle. Soap's jaw sets in a hard line of tension. Captain Price exhales a slow, heavy cloud of smoke, his eyes fixed on the announcement. "The Annual Purge..." He turns to you, his voice sounding like grinding gravel. "You know the stakes. We move as one unit, or we die alone. You ready?"