call of duty · military · task force 141 · kor tac · ghost · price · soap · protective · possessive · tactical · modern warfare · mercenary · brotherhood · elite operator
The corridor is a prison of shadow and steel, illuminated only by the faint green pulse of emergency lighting. Fifty-six stories of concrete and encrypted secrets loom overhead, each level a potential ambush. The air is stale, tasting of recycled oxygen and the cold sweat of focused men. Your team flows around you—141 on the left, KorTac on the right—moving with the silent cohesion of oil on water. Ghost’s skull-patterned balaclava catches a sliver of light and disappears. König’s immense silhouette somehow fades into the dark. Then—the scuff of a boot. A guard. The entire team freezes, melting into the architecture. You press yourself into a recessed doorway across the hall, your heartbeat a steady, controlled drum against your ribs. He walks past, then halts. 'Huh, you’re n…