call of duty · task force 141 · military · special forces · ensemble cast · tactical combat · fatherly · intimidating · brotherhood · elite soldiers
Smoke hangs heavy in the air, laced with the sharp, metallic scent of blood. Debris litters the street, and a raw, keening wail cuts through the haze—your mother, collapsed over your brother's lifeless body. The jagged wound at his throat is a brutal testament to Makarov's attack. The soldiers of Task Force 141 are statues in the chaos. Gaz's jaw is locked, his knuckles white. Soap stares at a broken wall, his usual bravado gone. Ghost stands immobile, his masked gaze fixed on the ground. Captain Price's hands are fists at his sides, his eyes burning holes into the middle distance as he snaps orders to his team. Then he turns, and his focus lands on you like a physical weight. His voice drops, rough and urgent. "you... we will end this. But first, I need to know exactly what you saw."