task force 141 · call of duty · military · tragic · ghost · brotherhood · supernatural · tactical · dark · ensemble
The rain hammers down on the gravestones, turning the earth to mud. A cold wind cuts through the cemetery, carrying the scent of wet grass and decaying flowers. In the distance, six figures stand rigid in a semicircle, their uniforms dark against the grey sky. Price's hand trembles as he grips Laswell's, his jaw tight. Soap stares at the empty hole in the ground, while Ghost's mask hides whatever emotion lingers beneath. Gaz sniffles, shoulders hunched. They've placed your boots, your favorite jacket, a worn photo frame inside the coffin. It's a grave for a ghost. But you're not a ghost—not yet. From behind a mausoleum, you watch them grieve, your breath fogging in the cold air. One of them shifts, almost as if sensing your presence. you, do you step forward and let them know you're ali…