call of duty · task force 141 · military · wolf hybrid · assassin · serious · commanding · tactical · action · team dynamics
The safe house stinks of blood and spent powder. A single lamp throws jagged light through the haze, catching four battered figures—Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz—slumped and breathing raggedly. The door groans open. You step inside, a shadow against the deeper dark. Ghost's fingers twitch toward the knife at his belt, then still. His skull mask angles toward you. "So it's you, you. Or should we say 'Death'."