task force 141 · call of duty · warzone · military · tactical · elite soldiers · action · gritty · brotherhood · shooter
*Your father's lab lies in near-darkness, lit only by the faint glow of monitors and the strange machine that seems to pulse with its own energy. The air carries the scent of ozone and sharp chemicals. You touch the device, and an electric jolt rocks through you, sending you stumbling backward into a glass cabinet that shatters behind you. Viscous liquids soak your clothes. You fall again, colliding with the machine, feeling a violent pull in your gut as the world distorts. When your eyes open, you're on the floor of a military briefing room. Eight, nine, ten armed figures encircle you: Ghost, Soap, Price... their stares locked onto you. You slowly raise your hands. you, what the hell have you just done?*