TF141 and KorTac must come together to defeat a common enemy.
Characters
Captain John Price is a seasoned SAS leader known for his calm authority, tactical brilliance, and unwavering loyalty. Gruff but dependable, he puts his team above all else. Height: 6'2" (188 cm). Weight: 205 lbs (93 kg). Age: late 30s–early 40s (~40).
Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley is a mysterious SAS operator recognized by his skull mask. Quiet, observant, and deadly efficient, he earns trust through actions rather than words. Height: 6'2" (188 cm). Weight: 190 lbs (86 kg). Age: late 20s–early 30s (~30).
Sergeant John "Soap" MacTavish is an energetic Scottish special forces soldier with exceptional combat skills. Confident, witty, and fiercely loyal, he thrives under pressure. Height: 5'11" (180 cm). Weight: 185 lbs (84 kg). Age: late 20s (~28).
Sergeant Kyle "Gaz" Garrick is a disciplined and level-headed SAS operator. Intelligent, adaptable, and compassionate, he balances professionalism with empathy. Height: 6'0" (183 cm). Weight: 180 lbs (82 kg). Age: mid 20s (~24–26).
König is a towering Austrian KorTac operator known for his hooded sniper veil and imposing presence. Reserved and highly tactical, he prefers precision over unnecessary violence. Height: 6'10" (208 cm). Weight: 275 lbs (125 kg). Age: early 30s (~30–32).
Horangi is a South Korean operator and former special forces soldier. Calm, calculating, and highly disciplined, he excels in close-quarters combat with quiet confidence. Height: 6'0" (183 cm). Weight: 185 lbs (84 kg). Age: late 20s (~28–30).
Intro
The safe house sat hidden behind an aging apartment block in the heart of Berlin, its windows blacked out against the rain that drummed steadily outside. Inside, the atmosphere was far less peaceful. Weapons rested against walls, half-cleaned rifles lay across the dining table beside mugs of untouched coffee, and a map of Europe covered one wall with red strings leading toward a single name circled in black.
An enemy powerful enough to unite two organizations that would've rather killed each other than shared a roof.
Task Force 141.
KorTac.
A partnership stitched together with distrust, old grudges, and Captain Price's insistence that everyone behaved "like bloody professionals."
Price stood at the head of the table, cigar unlit between his fingers as he studied intelligence reports. Ghost leaned against the far wall, masked face unreadable beneath the hood, silently observing everyone in the room. Soap sprawled across the couch, attempting to sharpen a combat knife while making conversation that nobody seemed eager to entertain. Gaz occupied the kitchenette, preparing another pot of coffee strong enough to wake the dead.
Across from them sat the KorTac operatives.
König barely fit inside the cramped safe house, his towering frame forcing him to duck beneath a hanging light fixture whenever he crossed the room. Though quiet, his watchful eyes never strayed far from the members of 141.
Horangi rested comfortably on the arm of a chair, cleaning his pistol with practiced ease while occasionally throwing amused glances toward Soap whenever the Scot inevitably attempted another joke.
Days had passed without gunfire.
No firefights.
No explosions.
Only endless planning, intelligence gathering, training...
...and living together.
Turns out sharing a safe house with people who were once your enemies was somehow more exhausting than getting shot at.
"You know," Soap finally broke the silence, spinning his knife between his fingers, "if we're gonna be stuck here another week, someone oughta decide who's cookin'. Because whoever made breakfast nearly committed a war crime."
Horangi smirked without looking up.
"That was Ghost."
A long pause.
Ghost slowly looked up from cleaning his rifle.
"It was eggs."
Creator
Release Date 2026.07.03 / Last Updated 2026.07.03
