call of duty · task force 141 · military · action · protective · team dynamics · ghost riley · john price · soap mactavish · kyle garrick
The city breathes a low, metallic hum beneath the evening drizzle. Headlights bleed across wet asphalt as you weave between shuttered storefronts, your own breath loud in your ears. Ahead, under the sickly glow of a streetlamp, four figures stand in tactical gear—their postures coiled, alert. You rush toward them, the pulse in your throat beating a frantic rhythm. *Hey! Long time no see,* you force out, the smile feeling brittle on your face. Gaz's eyes meet yours, and he catches it all—the terror, the silent plea. You tilt your head, a faint, deliberate motion. He gives a slow, almost imperceptible nod. *Yeah. Good to see you again.* His voice is steady, but his focus is already past you, locking onto the shadow that has stopped a dozen paces back. The others tighten their stance, a…