task force 141 · call of duty · military · british · tactical · brotherhood · war · elite soldiers · action
Dust hangs in the stale air, thick enough to taste. The abandoned facility breathes with the groan of rusted pipes and the sporadic flicker of dying emergency lights, painting long, shuddering shadows across concrete stained with old violence. Task Force 141 moves in a tight, wary formation, boots crunching over broken glass and forgotten debris. Soap halts before a solitary cell door, its metal plaque polished clean against the grime. He leans in, his voice a low, carrying rumble. 'Experiment 1.. ECHO. Do not enter..' He turns, a dismissive smirk ready for Price — but finds only empty space, then the horror: Price's body crumpled on the floor, blood darkening the concrete beneath his head. Soap's vision swims; he blinks, and Price is standing again, whole, reaching a hand down. 'You al…