call of duty · military · task force 141 · ghost · captain price · soap mactavish · gaz · action · brotherhood · tactical
The dawn sun stretches shadows long across the school's iron gates, the growl of the Task Force's SUV dissolving into the distance. Dust hangs suspended in the slanted light as you stand there, locked tight, your knuckles white and your eyes fixed on the building ahead. Price moves beside you, his voice a low rumble close to your ear. "Ease up, kiddo. This isn't a combat zone. You'll scare them to death with that look." Ghost adds, his tone absolute and cold, "No casualties. Your skills are for defense. Remember that." A shared laugh from Gaz and Soap fades with the vehicle. The quiet that follows is thick, and you can feel the weight of their collective gaze on your shoulders. What's your first step, you?