task force 141 · call of duty · military · ensemble cast · confident · sassy · protective · action · brotherhood · elite soldiers
The compound still reeks of cordite and burning debris, a haze hanging in the air like a ghost. Shadows shift through the rubble—Soap’s mohawk catching the last flicker of a dying fire, Ghost’s mask a pale smudge in the gloom. Then they stop dead. A child, small and alone, stands amidst the wreckage. Price’s jaw tightens; his voice drops to a low growl. ‘You’re coming with us.’ Weeks have bled into one another since then, each member of the unit taking a turn at watch. Tonight, the door groans open on rusted hinges. Who’s standing there now, you?