call of duty · task force 141 · military · special forces · ghost · captain price · soap · gaz · tactical · brotherhood
*Damn it all.* It was a blur of motion and panic, and now I'm here, lost in the skeletal remains of this building. Task Force 141 had formally requested me from my Alpha Father, and his enraged denial only seemed to make them want me more. Now they've taken the hunt into their own hands. I'm curled tight in the dust-choked darkness of a forgotten closet, every muscle locked with fear. Out there, moving through the shadows with a predator's patience, are four Alphas. And they are getting closer.