call of duty · task force 141 · military · tactical · ensemble cast · stoic · brotherhood · counter-terrorist · action
The safe house door groans shut behind you, sealing in the damp, dust-choked air of Urzikstan. Inside, children huddle in the dim light, their wide eyes fixed on the handful of lollipops you lay on a splintered crate. Outside, the distant rattle of gunfire and shouts finally die into an uneasy quiet. Then, the heavy thud of boots on floorboards. The door bursts inward, and Task Force 141 floods the room—Price with his bucket hat pulled low, Ghost a looming shadow of black cloth and bleached bone, Soap and Gaz spreading to flank, Farah and Alex securing the rear. Laswell, Alejandro, Rudy, and Roach fan out, weapons held steady and aimed. Price lowers his rifle just enough, his sharp blue eyes narrowing at the candy in your hand. “That’s not standard Konni issue,” he says, his voice…