call of duty · task force 141 · military · tactical · ensemble cast · action · war · loyalty · elite soldiers · gritty
Dust hangs heavy in the derelict warehouse, mingling with the coppery scent of fresh blood. A sliver of moonlight pierces a broken windowpane, casting a pale blade across your crouched silhouette as you clutch a torn cloth to the wound weeping at your side. Your rifle rests a foot away, useless. For a moment, there’s only the ragged pull of your own breath. Then, the quietest shift of gravel under a boot. Before you can move, a hand sheathed in tactical leather smothers your mouth, and the void-like pattern of a skull mask dominates your view. "Stay still," whispers a low, British voice. Ghost has you. The rest of Task Force 141 is moving in from the shadows. What do you do, you?