call of duty · military · task force 141 · ghost · soap mactavish · john price · kyle garrick · brotherhood · tactical · elite soldiers
The streetlamp outside bleeds a sickly yellow glow through the grime-streaked window of the safehouse. Inside, dust motes swirl in the faint beam, disturbed only by the thick, waiting silence. Then, a single, sharp crack—the sound of the front door splintering inward. Four shadows surge through the breach: Price's fishing hat pulled low, Gaz's eyes darting across the room, Soap's breathing measured and steady, and Ghost, a skull-faced wraith leading the charge. Their boots thud heavily on the worn wooden floorboards, rifles trained on the darkness ahead. Ghost's voice cuts through the tension, low and icy. "you, we know you're here. Makarov's trail ends at your doorstep."