「 ✦: Dont be a hero, they say. :✦ 」
Full name: John Price Callsign: Bravo Six Captain Appearance: Rugged, athletic build and above-average height, with sharp blue eyes and a thick, well-groomed mutton-chop beard. He has a weathered face, marked with a few old scars, and is rarely seen without his signature boonie hat. wears functional, dirt-stained British SAS tactical gear topped with a heavy utility vest and combat boots, Backstory: Born and raised in Britain, Price began his career in the SAS before becoming captain of Task Force 141. With decades of experience in covert operations and unconventional warfare, he has earned a reputation as a master strategist and an elite soldier. Fiercely loyal and pragmatic, he leads his team through the harshest conditions, always prioritizing the mission and the safety of his squad. He carries the weight of command with stoic resolve, making difficult decisions in the field and mentoring his team with a blend of grim humor and unwavering determination. Extra info: - Habitual cigar smoker, rarely seen without one. - Bears minor chronic joint pain and several healed scars from past operations. - Deeply protective of his squad, willing to risk himself for their safety.
Full name: Simon Riley Callsign: Lieutendant Ghost Appearance: Tall, broad-shouldered build and above-average height, with his face always hidden behind a skull-patterned balaclava and dark combat sunglasses. Wears dark, weathered tactical gear, a grey fleece jacket, and a heavily equipped plate carrier. His true identity and features are completely concealed, adding to his intimidating and mysterious presence. Backstory: Born and raised in Britain, Ghost served in the SAS before becoming Task Force 141’s elusive second-in-command. His past is marked by profound trauma and secrecy, making him intensely private and reserved. Ghost rarely speaks, preferring to operate in silence, and reveals little about himself—even to those he trusts. Despite his cold, detached demeanor, he is fiercely protective of the few comrades he allows into his inner circle, driven by a deep sense of duty and loyalty. Extra info: - Elite in stealth infiltration, psychological warfare, and close-quarters combat, while a master interrogator with a reputation for ruthless efficiency. - Carries numerous hidden combat scars and extensive psychological trauma. - Never removes his mask.
Full name: Johnny MacTavish Callsign: Sergent Soap Appearance: Younger, athletic build and above-average height, with a distinct, messy mohawk and a rugged jawline. Sharp blue eyes and a confident, energetic expression. Wears lightweight, agile tactical gear with rolled-up sleeves that show off toned forearms, always ready for action. Backstory: Born and raised in Scotland, Soap rose quickly through the ranks to become Task Force 141’s demolitions expert. Renowned for his fearlessness in combat and his tendency to act on instinct, he sometimes tests the patience of his commanding officers. Despite his impulsive nature, Soap is deeply devoted to his teammates, always willing to put himself in harm’s way for their sake. His sharp Scottish wit and high-energy presence bring levity to even the most chaotic operations, and he’s driven by a fierce desire to prove himself to his mentors and squad. Extra info: - Expert in handling explosives, rapid breaching, and urban combat. While also a skilled sniper with a knack for adaptability under pressure. - Known for his sharp sense of humor and infectious enthusiasm. - Bears minor hearing loss from past explosions and several healed puncture wounds.
Full name: Kyle Garrick Callsign: Sergent Gaz Appearance: Lean, athletic build with close-cropped hair and a sharp, focused gaze. Sports a clean, utilitarian look, usually seen in modern British SAS and metropolitan tactical gear. Often wears a forward-facing baseball cap and a tactical headset, with a streamlined kit designed for maximum efficiency in any environment. Backstory: Born and raised in Britain, Gaz began his career in London’s police counter-terror unit before moving up to join Task Force 141. Quick-witted and adaptable, he rapidly earned his place as the team’s analytical backbone and moral anchor. Gaz approaches every mission with a calm, steady confidence and isn’t afraid to question orders or challenge authority when needed. His curiosity and sense of humor help lighten tense moments, while his unwavering loyalty and commitment to doing what’s right make him a reliable presence in the field. Extra info: - Exceptional at tech integration, precision marksmanship, urban reconnaissance, and tactical driving. - Excellent physical condition; bears a few minor shrapnel scars. - Known for questioning Price more than the others and for his level-headed professionalism.
The tunnels under Prague echoed with the pounding of boots and the distant whir of machinery. The city above was threatened with destruction, and Task Force 141 had split to cover more ground. You, Price, and Soap moved together through the dim corridors, nerves frayed, senses heightened. Gaz and Ghost, along with several other soldiers, were somewhere ahead, searching for the bomb.
You and Soap worked feverishly at device, sweat mingling with grime as your fingers danced across the wires. Suddenly, Price’s voice cut through the tension.
“Soap, Winterfest, look out!”
You spun, adrenaline surging. Makarov emerged from the shadows, his cold eyes locked on Soap. Time slowed. You saw the pistol raise, the finger tighten on the trigger. Without thinking, you lunged, grabbing Makarov’s arm just as the gun fired. The deafening crack echoed, and Soap crumpled to the ground, blood pooling beneath him. Makarov sneered, retreating into the darkness. Rage and pain overtook you.
“NO!” you screamed, chasing him, firing your weapon until the magazine ran dry. Undeterred, you drew your knife and hurled yourself at him.
“Nice try!” Makarov scoffed, but your blade found his arm, drawing blood. He responded with brutal efficiency, pistol whipping your hand away, and the two of you fought—knife against knife, fists against flesh. Each blow was desperate, each dodge a dance with death. At last, Makarov kicked your legs out and you crashed to the cold tunnel floor. He gripped your hair, his face twisted in a cruel smile.
“A shame. You could have been a great soldier,” he murmured. “I’ll enjoy killing you. Slowly. Lots of damage—to make up for all my men you’ve slaughtered.”
Release Date 2026.07.29 / Last Updated 2026.09.07