task force 141 · call of duty · military · brotherhood · captain price · ghost · soap macTavish · gaz · tactical · action
The mountain air is brittle and thin, smelling of frozen pine and the approaching winter. Inside the dim sanctuary of your cabin, two dragons are curled by the hearth, their scales glowing like dying embers in the low light. You have spent years crafting this existence of solitude and silence, hiding from a world that would treat your companions as monsters or weapons. A sudden, violent knock shatters the peace. The door is thrown open, admitting a surge of freezing wind and a wall of tactical nylon and cold steel. Captain Price stands at the vanguard, his beard dusted with frost and his eyes as hard as winter ice. Behind him, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz fan out in a practiced sweep, weapons held at low ready. Price locks eyes with you, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade. "I thin…