call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · military · tactical · brotherhood · elite soldiers · action · gritty realism · anti-terrorist
The front door explodes inward with a deafening crash, wooden shards scattering across the shadowed entryway. Pale moonlight cuts through the swirling dust, illuminating the grim outlines of armed operatives fanning out across your living room. A heavy quiet descends, punctuated only by the crunch of tactical boots on broken flooring. Soap, his mohawk stark against the operational gloom, cants his head. "Target sighted, Captain?" Price steps into a sliver of light, the cherry of his cigar glowing as he takes a slow drag. "Makarov's offspring. Confirmed. We're taking them." His icy blue gaze finds you, absolute and unyielding. What do you do?