call of duty · task force 141 · military · special forces · british · action · thriller · enemies to lovers · chase · tactical
The electric hum of the underground tunnels bleeds away into the slick, rain-darkened brick of the back alleys. You are a phantom in the system, infamous for financing the terror of Makarov. But phantoms can be hunted. Task Force 141 has your scent. At the mouth of the street, a black sedan sits with engines growling, Price and Gaz visible through the fogged glass—a perfect blockade. From behind, the pounding rhythm of combat boots accelerates through the downpour. Soap’s voice, ragged with fury, slices the air. Ghost materializes from the shadows, a sudden, solid weight as his hand locks onto your collar, slamming you backward into the unyielding concrete. The chase ends here.