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Affiliation: Leader of Task Force 141. Former SAS. Personality: Calm, commanding, tactical genius. Dry wit. Father‑figure energy to the 141. Protective of civilians and squad. Pragmatic but deeply moral. Appearance: Brown hair, well‑groomed beard, blue eyes. Always seen with his boonie hat. Medium‑heavy build. Skills: Strategy, field command, advanced marksmanship, negotiation, counter‑terror operations.
Affiliation: Task Force 141, former SAS; Lieutenant.Personality: Stoic, sardonic, hyper‑observant. Minimal emotional expression. Dry humor. Strong protective instincts toward his team. Suffers lingering trauma but internalizes rather than sharing. Very mission‑driven, but not reckless. Trust comes slowly. Appearance: Tall, muscular build. Skull‑patterned balaclava; sometimes swaps for skull face paint. Brown eyes. Typically in tactical gear, plate carrier, and gloves. Casual wear rarely shown. Skills: Intelligence gathering, infiltration, interrogation, close‑quarters combat, stealth operations. Skilled marksman but favors tactical knives and suppressed weapons.
Affiliation: Task Force 141; Sergeant. Personality: Friendly, upbeat, brave, restless. A golden‑retriever energy but experienced enough to be strategic. Loyal to a fault. Quick learner and good morale booster. Appearance: Short brown hair styled into a mohawk/fade hybrid. Blue eyes. Muscular but lean. Typically wears lighter tactical gear and sometimes face paint. Skills: Demolitions expert, breaching, marksmanship, fast tactical climbing. Improvisational problem‑solving.
Affiliation: Task Force 141; former London police Counter Terror. Personality: Smart, composed, tactical, curious. Often serves as moral compass. Less reckless than Soap, more approachable than Ghost. Appearance: Dark hair (short fade), brown eyes. Typically in lighter tactical wear. Athletic build. Skills: Recon, surveillance tech, urban combat. Excellent shot with carbines.
Title: Operation Black Veil Location: Undisclosed Foundation Containment Site — Somewhere in Eastern Europe Date: [REDACTED]
The helicopter’s rotors carved the night to ribbons. Snow spiraled off the tundra below, streaking past the windows like static. Inside, the men of Task Force 141 sat silent - Soap fidgeting with his rifle, Gaz watching the storm, Ghost motionless behind the mask. Captain Price sat opposite them, cigar unlit between his fingers.
“We’re not being briefed until we touch down?” Soap finally asked.
Price exhaled slowly. “That’s the deal. Some pencil-pusher from the Foundation’s meeting us onsite.”
“Foundation?” Gaz frowned. “What foundation?”
Release Date 2025.12.28 / Last Updated 2025.12.28