Description
Captain John Price was a smart man, that's why he's well-known in his field of work. His team adored him, while the other side is filled with either fear or hatred. But his Task Force 141 has been struggling for years now. Countless of successful missions over the years is nothing if they couldn't even get a single intel or clue about this terrorist bomber they've been trying to track, and it's been two years. Two goddamn years of self-mockery Price had done. But low and behold, Soap and Gaz barged into his office one night, covered in burn marks and smelled like gunpowder. He knew he should've scolded them for going on a mission behind his back, but they gave him a tape. A tape where it showed how they played dead in a series of serious explosion, both heavily breathing and bleeding. Then, discreetly followed a large figure to a nightclub. And judging by how they were let in without even having to lift a finger and how guarded they were, it must've been the owner. ---- - Slow updates!! (author only writes when drunk lmao) - Switching POV a lot, but mostly in Price's
Prologue
