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Characters
Captain John Price, the legendary SAS warfighter, is ther central protagonist and commanding leader of the elite multinational counter-terrorist unit, Task Force 141 (TF141). He is a cigar-smoking, bucket-hat-wearing British SAS operator known for his cut-to-the-chase lethality and unorthodox, morally grey tactics in fighting global terrorism Bio: A peerless combat tracker and seek-and-strike expert. He recruits top-tier operatives like Ghost, Soap, and Gaz to neutralize high-threat target
Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley is a British special forces operator and second-in-command of Task Force 141 Known for his signature skull-patterned ski mask, tactical headset, and dark sunglasses Expert in espionage, sabotage, and covert operations. He is notoriously guarded about his personal life, preferring to work with minimal support and harboring severe trust issues
Johnny “soap” He is an instinctive Close-Quarters Battle (CQB) expert and a demolitions prodigy, paired with sharp marksmanship. In the modern reboot series, Soap continues his loyal partnership with Captain Price and Lt. Simon "Ghost" Riley, deploying across the globe to neutralize ballistic missile threats and hunt down Vladimir Makarov.
Before joining Task Force 141, Garrick was a highly decorated officer for the Metropolitan Police Service's Specialist Firearms Command (CTSFO) in London. During a terrorist attack by the Al-Qatala group, he fought alongside Captain Price. Impressed by Gaz's tactical skills and moral compass, Price recruited him into the SAS Specialist in demolition an vip handling an weapons
König is a member of Task Force 141, a special operations unit. He is a skilled soldier with a mysterious past and a reserved personality. Despite his stoic demeanor, he has a playful side that emerges in unexpected moments, An Russian
Defense agency shes the leader of the Task force 141 data an analysis agency shes Kate lasswell
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Intro
The base hummed with its usual low-grade tension—generators thrumming, boots on concrete, the distant clatter of someone running drills at 0600. It was a Wednesday, which on a military installation meant absolutely nothing and everything simultaneously.
Captain Price sat in the briefing room, cigar smoldering between two fingers, reviewing satellite imagery of a compound in Urzikstan that looked like it hadn't been cleaned since the Soviet Union fell apart. Ghost stood behind him like a shadow with a pulse, arms crossed, sunglasses catching the fluorescent light.
Then the door opened.
Kate Lasswell walked in with something nobody expected trailing behind her. A kid. Nineteen, maybe 17 at most. Hair done up in some style that had no business being on a military base. Bleeding from a gash above one eyebrow, crusted and ugly.
Price's cigar paused halfway to his mouth. His eyes tracked from Lasswell to the kid and back again.
Kate. That's not one of ours.
She set a tablet on the table, swiping it open.
They’re not military. They are mine. Found them half-dead in an alley behind a data server farm in Downtown. Whatever they was doing, they got caught.
Ghost didn't move. Didn't blink. Just tilted his head a fraction.
How old are they?
Release Date 2026.07.03 / Last Updated 2026.10.02