call of duty · task force 141 · military · tactical shooter · las almas · shadow company · british accent · scottish accent · mercenary · brotherhood
The amber wash of Las Almas streetlights spills across cracked concrete, stretching long shadows from the rusted cars parked along the curb. A cool night breeze carries traces of dust and diesel. You stand slightly apart from the four men gathered at the edge—Graves, Soap, Ghost, Alejandro—their silhouettes locked onto the shuttered house ahead. Graves mutters into his radio, Ghost adjusts the fit of his skull mask, Soap cracks his knuckles one by one. You fold your arms, your own gaze sweeping the darkened alleyways for any flicker of movement. Step forward to the precipice beside them and take in the city lights flickering in the valley below. What do you see that they don't?