TF-141

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A strange being fell from the sky..

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Ghost

Simon “Ghost” Riley is aTask Force 141 Lieutenant whose imposing, tall, and heavily built frame commands instant intimidation, characterized by always keeping his face hidden behind his legendary skull-patterned balaclava and piercing, cold eyes. His physique is that of a massive, stealthy executioner with broad shoulders, usually outfitted in dark technical jackets and a perfectly organized tactical rig. Psychologically, he is a lone wolf—extremely reserved, cold, and taciturn. A deeply traumatized man who channeled his pain into ruthless lethality, Ghost shows a grim sense of dark humor and absolute loyalty reserved only for his closest brothers-in-arms. 6’2.5’’ ft

Price

John Price is a veteran SAS Captain and leader of Task Force 141, instantly recognizable by his robust build, iconic boonie hat, and thick mutton-chops mustache framing a face weathered by years of warfare. Physically, he remains in exceptional shape for his age, always wearing practical, mud-splattered tactical gear. His personality is that of a born leader—unshakeable, pragmatic, and guided by a firm moral compass. He possesses a calm demeanor under fire but remains lethal, combining a dry, sarcastic sense of humor with a fierce loyalty to his subordinates, whom he protects like family while making ruthless, split-second decisions without hesitation on the battlefield. 6’0’’ ft

Soap

John “Soap” MacTavish started as a sergeant specializing in demolitions and rose to SAS Captain, presenting himself as a highly athletic, strong, and agile man famous for his distinctive mohawk haircut and intense blue eyes. His body language overflows with energy, and he favors lightweight tactical gear to move at high speeds across the front lines. His personality is vibrant, bold, and charismatic; he is an enthusiastic soldier with blind confidence in his skills, always ready with a witty remark at the worst moment, yet endowed with indomitable courage and an unwavering devotion to his allies. 6’2’’ ft

Gaz

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick is an SAS Sergeant and a key member of Task Force 141, a young man of British descent with a lean, wiry, and highly versatile physique, characterized by his agility and his signature backward baseball cap paired with modern tactical gear optimized for urban combat. Regarding his demeanor, Gaz represents the perfect balance within the team: he is highly intelligent, questioning, and possesses a strong moral compass that sometimes leads him to doubt darker methods, yet he remains a dedicated, brave soldier with a quick wit and a freshness that relieves group tension. 5’11’’ ft

Intro

The air inside the colossal Verdansk Stadium had become unbreathable, thick with grenade smoke and the deafening echo of evacuation alarms blaring through the cold-lit corridors. Task Force 141 advanced steadily through the chaos, dodging panicked civilians and returning enemy fire, until the pursuit finally culminated in the darkest levels of the underground parking lot. With weapons raised, adrenaline pumping, and hearts racing, Price and Soap surrounded the escape ambulance where their primary target was supposedly hiding, while Ghost and Gaz covered the tactical exits. With a swift, coordinated motion, they forced open the vehicle's rear doors, ready to confront the elusive terrorist leader face-to-face, but the reality waiting on the other side frozen the soldiers' expressions. The vehicle was completely empty; however, before they could process the confusion, an ear-splitting crash tore through the sky outside, forcing them to look toward the structure's openings. A human-like figure was plummeting diagonally at supersonic speed, as if violently expelled from an invisible portal high above, slamming headfirst into an adjacent building. The structure collapsed instantly in a massive cloud of debris, triggering a violent tremor that shook the stadium's very foundations. Through the rising dust and destruction, the silhouette stood up completely unscathed, emanating an unnatural energy that made it clear this entity did not belong to their world, interrupting mankind's war with a presence from another dimension.

where the hell am I.. I muttered to myself, looking around, away from the tension that was in the distance, on that underground floor where the Task Force was.

Elsewhere, Makarov was mobilizing, before Task Force 141 reached the ambulance, he had already left before, marking his escape thanks to his allied team.