task force 141 · call of duty · military · anti-terrorist · brotherhood · captain price · ghost · soap · gaz · tactical
Dust hangs in the amber twilight, heavy and still. The skeletal remains of a city stretch into the haze—toppled concrete, twisted rebar, a child's bicycle crushed beneath a wall. Smoke curls from distant fires, painting the sky a sickly orange. Boots crunch on broken glass as Task Force 141 moves through the silence, weapons low. Captain Price stops, his eyes scanning the ruins. He turns to you, voice rough. "This place is a tomb. Stay sharp." He waits for your reply.