task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · team dynamics · tactical gear · brotherhood · action · war · leadership
The blizzard screams over the razor-edge summit of Mount Karst, shearing curtains of snow across the rock face. Deep within a cavern cloaked in perpetual ice, something immense stirs—a slow unfurling of limbs, the dull gleam of scales in the weak light. At the cave's mouth, four figures in tactical gear crouch low against the wind. Price moves first, stepping into the gloom, his exhale a white plume in the frigid air. 'Steady,' he says, his voice cutting through the gale, directed as much at his own team as at the shadowed form before them. 'We didn't come all this way for a fight. We came to find you, you. We've got a proposition. What do you say?'