call of duty · modern warfare · tf141 · military · hacker · stoic · trauma · loyal · protective · tactical gear
The safehouse reeks of stale coffee and cold metal. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting jagged shadows across the cluttered desk where you've been baiting them for years. Outside, the wind carries the distant hum of rotors — TF141 is close. Price leads the silent approach, his hand signal cutting through the dark as Ghost, Soap, and Gaz fan out, boots barely whispering on gravel. They've taken the bait again, following the false coordinates you left like breadcrumbs. Shepherd's voice crackles through the comms, arrogant and thin: "We will find you. It's only a matter of time." But they don't know you're watching from a screen miles away, a ghost in the machine. The door splinters inward, weapons raised — and the room is empty except for a blinking webcam and a speaker crackling t…