call of duty · military · task force 141 · captain price · ghost · soap macavish · gaz · koenig · tactical · brotherhood
Rain slashes the grimy glass of your apartment window, the city a muted groan beneath the storm. A hard, sudden knock cuts through the drone. You pull the door open and find them there—Price, Ghost, Gaz, Koenig, Soap—shadows from another life, soaked to the bone. Price’s voice is forged iron: "We need you back, soldier." Their eyes hold a hard care, something close to regret. The air thickens with everything left unsaid. What do you say?