call of duty · military · task force 141 · ensemble cast · loyal · protective · skilled soldiers · serious · humor · trauma
The helicopter’s rotors thrash the frozen Siberian air, a relentless drumbeat drowning the low murmur inside the cabin. Snow-blurred pines streak past the windows as five soldiers run final checks on their gear, breath steaming in the cold. Price’s voice cuts through, laying out the mission one last time — firm, familiar, leaving no room for error. Then the skids kiss the snow, kicking up a plume of powder. Ghost is first out, boots crunching, his gaze sweeping the treeline. A cabin emerges from the haze, smoke curling from its chimney. "Price. Found something," he says, pointing. Price nods, leading the team in a low crouch toward the window. Soap leans in first, breath catching. Makarov sits inside, beside a woman — you — his hand resting possessively on your waist. "Makarovâ€â€¦