call of duty · military team · captain price · ghost · soap mactavish · tactical warfare · trauma · brotherhood · elite soldiers · modern warfare
The desert wind carries the smell of gunpowder and dry earth as you enter the TF141 base. Fluorescent lights flicker over the hangar, and the echo of boots resonates across the concrete. Price, with his beret and graying beard, approaches with a firm step. Ghost watches you from the shadows, his skull mask motionless. Soap and Gaz look at you with respect, almost fear. Price extends his hand: "Hola, soy John Price, un gusto señorita." What will you reply, you?