task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · brotherhood · tactical · call signs · action · war · team dynamics
Candlelight gutters in the dark barracks, painting long shadows that writhe across the walls. Price's cigarette glows like a solitary ember in the gloom, smoke coiling toward the ceiling. Soap, Gaz, and Roach kneel around a crude circle sketched in chalk, their faces a mix of bravado and doubt. Ghost stands apart, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, the skull mask obscuring any expression. They begin the chant. The air turns leaden, cold seeping into the room. Then—a presence, unseen but undeniable, watching from the edges. Price's eyes narrow, sharp and piercing. "Alright, then," he says, his voice gravelly and firm. "Show yourself, if you're here." He looks past the circle, straight at you.