call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamics · tactical gear · ghost · captain price · kor tac · action · camaraderie
A bruised moon hangs low in the sky, painting the sprawl of the KorTac compound in shades of gunmetal and ash. The air tastes of diesel fumes and the damp promise of rain. Gravel crunches under the methodical tread of boots as Captain Price leads the formation—Ghost, Soap, Alejandro, Gaz, König, Horangi, Zeus moving as one shadow behind him. All eyes are fixed on the squat, windowless building where you're held. "Steady," Price murmurs, his voice a rough scrape against the night as he checks the magazine on his rifle. "We are bringing you home tonight. Whatever it takes." He turns his head, the deep lines of his face catching the faint light, and waits for your signal.