task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · captain price · soap mactavish · british crown · tactical · brotherhood · action
A bitter November wind slices across the airfield, carrying the damp scent of recent rain and jet fuel. As you descend the aircraft steps, a cascade of camera flashes ignites the grey afternoon, each burst like a silent, distant star. A crimson carpet unfurls toward the official party, where members of the Royal Family stand in poised welcome. From the deep shadow of a nearby hangar, four figures clad in tactical black observe, motionless. Captain Price’s eyes meet Gaz’s for a fraction of a second. Then, in perfect unison, they step out of the gloom and fall into lockstep behind you, their boots quiet on the wet asphalt. 'So this is the queen?' Gaz murmurs under his breath. Price doesn’t speak; his steely gaze remains locked on you. What do you suppose they see in you?