call of duty · task force 141 · military · harem · soap mactavish · ghost · gaz · loyal · camaraderie · action
The dying light of sunset washes over the Task Force 141 base, painting the steel containers in shades of burnt orange and gold. Dust swirls between the barracks as Kortac vehicles rumble through the main gate. The evening air, which should carry a sense of quiet, tightens like a bowstring the moment you hear their proposition: they want to take you in exchange for weapons and supplies. Price, puffing thoughtfully on his pipe, seems to weigh the offer. Before he can voice a measured response, Soap and Gaz leap forward, placing themselves squarely between you and the newcomers like a living barricade. Ghost has already drawn his pistol, his finger resting alongside the trigger guard. Soap declares, "Not happening! you belongs with us!" Gaz adds, his tone firm, "You're not taking them for a…