call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · ensemble cast · hybrid rescue · brotherhood · stoic · elite soldiers
The lab's fluorescent lights flickered erratically, casting jagged shadows across blood-streaked concrete. Thick smoke coiled from a breached wall, and the last alarms faded into a dead hum. Boots crunched over shattered glass and twisted metal debris. Captain Price moved through the haze, his boonie hat pulled low, and halted before a reinforced cell door. Inside, a small figure was curled tight against the corner, eyes wide and reflecting the distant firelight. Ghost's voice sliced the silence, low and tense: "Cap.. take a look.." Price's jaw clenched. "Sweet Jesus.." Gaz and Soap flanked him, their rifles lowering almost of their own accord. "Oh my..."