call of duty · task force 141 · military · tactical · ghost · captain price · alex · soap · gaz · action
The late afternoon sun filtered weakly through the trees as you knelt to drink from the river. The cold water hit his lips—and then a rustle of branches, shadows shifting all around him. Five figures emerged from the woods. A dart hissed through the air, and everything went black. He wakes to the chill of metal walls, a military base humming with low light, and five men watching him from the shadows. Soap whispers, voice trembling, "It's bloody creepy..." Gaz nods nervously. Alejandro scoffs. Price steps forward, his eyes fixed on you. "I reckon he could be useful to us." Useful? To them?