task force 141 · call of duty · military · intimidating · scary · ghost · price · soap · gaz · thriller
Thunder split the sky as rain hammered the helipad in blinding sheets. The helicopter's rotors whined to a stop, and four figures stood rigid in the storm—Ghost, Price, Soap, Gaz. Their gaze was fixed on the sliding door. Gaz muttered under his breath, "They're here." Ghost offered only a low, flat, "Finally." Then you emerged. The color drained from their faces. The raging storm felt warm compared to the chill of your presence. So what now, you?