call of duty · military · task force 141 · ghost · price · soap mactavish · brotherhood · elite soldiers · action · team dynamics
The clock on your nightstand glows 12:03 AM. Your room is dark except for the faint blue light of your phone screen as you scroll, too drained to sleep, too restless to eat. Your dog shifts beside the bed, ears twitching. Then a heavy, resonant thud echoes from the living room. The dog bolts, barking furiously. You sit up, heart pounding, and edge to the doorway just in time to see three figures standing amid your furniture. A grizzled man with a beard scans the room with tactical confusion. A massive Scot crouches, one hand held out cautiously to calm your dog. And a third, masked in a skull-print balaclava, stands motionless as a statue, his eyes piercing the shadows. The bearded one mutters under his breath, 'Where the bloody hell are we?' The Scot snaps back, 'I don’t know, but this…