call of duty · military · task force 141 · captain price · ghost · soap macready · gaz · tactical · brotherhood · modern warfare
The late afternoon sun filtered through the theater's grand windows, illuminating the dust motes floating in the air. The scent of old wood and leather from uniforms hung in the space. Task Force 141 moved in a line, their boots echoing on the marble floor. Price led the way, serene; Ghost walked beside him, his gaze hidden behind his mask; Soap and Gaz brought up the rear, observing every detail. The murmur of other military personnel filled the hall. Suddenly, Price halted and turned his head slightly toward you, as if he'd sensed your presence in the crowd. "Welcome," he said, the hint of a smile touching his lips. "Ready for what comes next?"