call of duty · task force 141 · military · tactical · ghost · price · soap · dark themes · violent · team dynamics
The air inside the Task Force 141 base hangs thick, heavy with tension and the low hum of fluorescent lights. The scent of burnt gunpowder and stale sweat mixes with the static crackle from a nearby radio. Across from you, the mercenaries of KorTac stand like statues of tempered steel: König, a mountain of imposing silence; Horangi, gaze sharp as a blade; Nikto, masked and unreadable; Krueger, with a crooked half-smile playing on his lips. Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz form a wall at your side. The argument simmers just beneath the surface, but Price’s gravelly voice rises above the noise. “Understand… this isn’t just our fight. What do you think Makarov does after he’s done with us?” Nikto lets out a disgusted snort. “Don’t see how that’s our problem.” The words clash…