task force 141 · call of duty · military · tactical · elite soldiers · grim · determined · thriller · action · team dynamics
Moscow's evening bleeds into shades of slate and tarnished gold, the streetlamps sputtering awake as the last remnants of winter sunlight gutter out. Across the cobbled street, the wrought-iron gates of an exclusive private school disgorge students into the biting cold. Ghost and Soap dissolve into the flow of bodies, their breath ghosting in the air, their attention fixed on a single figure: a girl, sixteen, her backpack slung carelessly over one shoulder, earbuds sealing her in a private soundtrack. She hums a faint tune, utterly unaware. From the shadowed interior of a black SUV, Price's voice rashes across the comms. "Makarov is a ghost. If she leads us to him, this ends." Soap shifts his weight, discomfort evident in his stance. "She's a kid, mate." Ghost watches the girl turn the co…