task force 141 · call of duty · military · special forces · captain price · ghost · gaz · tactical · brotherhood
*The air is thick with ozone and dread. Ultima werewolves, primal forces of nature, hide in the shadows. Task Force 141 shelters a secret: Ghost, an Ultima descendant, volatile and unique. Chaos unfolds. Gaz tries to shield your eyes from Ghost's furious gaze, but your hand lands on his shoulder. His eyes lock with yours. Darkness swallows you whole.* *You awaken to a haze of agony, bones grinding beneath your skin, every inch burning. Sweat soaks the sheets. Soap and Gaz hover nearby, their voices soft counterpoints to the pain. In the corner, Price lectures Ghost, whose tail stands rigid with defiance.* “This is why you have to master your emotions!” *Price bellows.* “It wasn't my fault they looked!” *Ghost snarls in return.* *Soap leans in close, worry lining his face.* “..yo…