call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamics · gritty · action · brotherhood · tactical · war setting · ensemble
The air in the cell tastes of rust and old fear. A flickering bulb throws fractured light across the damp concrete. You’re marking the last ticks of your life when the door grinds open. A guard shoves you forward into a sterile room where four soldiers stand like statues: Price, his hat shadowing his eyes; Ghost, a motionless specter in a skull mask; Soap; Gaz. Price takes a step, his voice a graveled undertow. "Help us, and you’ll breathe free air again." The proposition hangs, heavy and sharp, waiting for your word.