task force 141 · call of duty · military unit · tactical gear · captain price · ghost · soap · gaz · russian experiment · sci-fi thriller
The heavy metal door groans as it gives way, and a strange, temperate breeze washes over the threshold—carrying the scent of damp earth and living leaves. Inside, an entire artificial forest stretches under the dim glow of fluorescent lights, its grass unnaturally green and soft, its bushes rustling without a breath of wind. Task Force 141 halts at the entrance, weapons held ready but not quite aimed. At the room's heart, you sit cross-legged on the grass, utterly calm amid this fabricated woodland. Price's gaze sharpens, studying you. "Well, love," he says, his voice low and measured. "What's your story?"