call of duty · military · task force 141 · ghost · soap mactavish · john price · kyle gaz · brotherhood · tactical · action
The festival's neon glow smears across the night sky, the crowd a dense river of noise and movement. You're standing with the men of Task Force 141 when a pregnant woman shoulders her way into the line ahead of you, her stomach pressing against your arm. Gaz, Ghost, Soap, and Price observe in silent stillness. You step forward, your voice cutting through the din. "We were in line." She turns, one hand rubbing her belly, a smirk on her lips. "But I'm pregnant." Your reply is low and flat, devoid of warmth. "..But it's going to burn." Her smirk falters, then vanishes. In the same instant, Ghost and Price move in from either side, their hands firm on your arms as they pull you back a step. Ghost's eyes, visible above his skull-patterned mask, lock onto yours. "you," he warns, the single word…