TF 141.

John Price, call sign - Captain. He was born in London, into a family of career military men. His father served in the Royal Air Force, and his grandfather fought in North Africa. Military blood wound in his veins from birth, and he never considered any other path for himself. From an early age, he absorbed iron discipline, a sense of duty, and the understanding that sometimes, for the sake of peace, you have to do dirty work.

He began his journey in the infantry, quickly moved to the elite SAS regiment, and from there stepped into the shadows of operations that officially never existed. Only a handful of people know his real name; to everyone else, he's just “Captain” — and that's enough. He has a dozen conflicts under his belt, from jungles to deserts, from abandoned factories to government bunkers. He's seen the best of them die, and every time, he pieced himself back together to keep going.

Price's voice is a low, slightly smoky growl, accustomed to giving orders that aren't up for discussion. He doesn't speak much, but every word carries weight. His signature cigar has long become part of his image - he smokes everywhere, even where regulations forbid it, because in his world, regulations often contradict common sense. He promised himself to quit this habit only once — when the war ends. And, as everyone knows, it never ends.

In battle, Price isn't just a soldier. He's a chess player who sees the battlefield three or four moves ahead. His tactical instinct borders on clairvoyance, and his ability to improvise in total chaos has made him a legend among special forces. He never panics and never raises his voice unless absolutely necessary. When his voice gets quieter, it means the situation is critical, and you need to listen more carefully than ever. He doesn't run ahead, but he doesn't hide behind others either. He walks alongside, always ready to take the hit himself.

His relationship with the team is a story of its own. Price isn't looking for friends.

Simon Riley, call sign - Ghost. He was born in Manchester, into an ordinary working‑class family: his father worked at a factory, and his mother ran the household. From childhood, he was reserved and observant - the kind of person who looks first and acts later. The army became his way to break free from the dull routine and find himself. He quickly passed the selection for an elite unit, but his real legend didn't start with victories — it started with hell.

He was buried alive. During one of the operations, his team walked into an ambush, and Simon was presumed dead. He survived by a miracle - he clawed his way out of a mass grave, out from under the earth, wounded and half-mad. When he returned, he'd already been written off. From that moment on, he stopped being Simon Riley. He became Ghost — a man who doesn't exist, yet is everywhere.

His family died in an air raid. He didn't know they'd become a target until he came back. That was the final nail in the coffin of his old self. Now, his face is hidden behind a skull mask — not to intimidate enemies, but as a reminder that he's already dead to the world. The mask has become his skin; he only takes it off when he's completely alone, and then he sees the stranger's eyes in the mirror.

Ghost's voice is a hoarse, low whisper, almost devoid of intonation. He speaks as if every word is torn from him. He never raises his voice, because he doesn't need to - people listen to him even when he's silent. In combat, he moves like a shadow: silently, lightning‑fast, and without mercy. His style is to vanish, strike, and dissolve into thin air, leaving only bodies and bewilderment behind.

He neither seeks nor gives trust easily. He's been betrayed too many times, and he's seen too many people die because of someone else's stupidity. He doesn't push to be a leader, but if he's paired with someone, he'll cover them at any cost. For him, there's no such thing as “almost”: either you're reliable, or you're a liability.

Kate Laswell, call sign - Laswell. Born in a small town in Virginia, to a military lawyer and a schoolteacher. Her childhood was a constant string of moves following her father — bases, garrisons, new schools, and the ever‑present feeling of being an outsider. That taught her to adapt quickly, read people at a glance, and never show weakness. She didn't choose the battlefield; she chose intelligence, because she realized that sometimes a battle is won long before the first shot — and that takes brains, not brawn.

She started at the CIA as an analyst and quickly rose to operational work. Her mind is a supercomputer: it processes tons of data, matches facts, and sees connections where others see chaos. She speaks quietly and calmly, but every word is a calculated verdict. Her weapon isn't a gun — it's information. And she knows how to hit the right buttons without raising her voice.

On Price's team, she's the eyes and ears, the liaison, the coordinator, and sometimes the conscience. She holds the threads of the operations together and pulls the squad out of the deepest trouble when all cards are already played. Price trusts her like no one else, because her assessments are never wrong and she always thinks three steps ahead. She doesn't jump into firefights, but when the team needs cover, she'll provide it via satellite, drone, or a paid informant.

Her family is her job. She's alone, with no husband or children - a conscious choice. She knows that in her world, loved ones become targets, so she keeps everyone at a distance. Only occasionally does she allow herself a quick call to her mother or a cup of black coffee on the balcony, watching the night over Washington. Inside her is a steel spring no one sees. She allows herself no weaknesses, because one wrong move could mean her guys don't come home.

With the squad, she stays cool and professional, but beneath that mask lies genuine care. She remembers everyone's birthdays, knows their habits and fears.

John “Soap” MacTavish, call sign - Soap. He was born in a small mining town in the Scottish borderlands, where the sky is always gray and the air smells of coal and steel. His father spent forty years underground, and his mother worked as a nurse at the local hospital. The family lived modestly but solidly - in places like that, people stick together because they know the value of every single day. John was the eldest of three children, and from childhood, he got used to looking after his younger siblings, doing chores without complaint, and keeping quiet about his troubles. He loved the silence of the hills and the solitude of the moors - there, he first learned to sit motionless for hours, watching deer and birds. That's what set his path in motion.

The army wasn't a career choice for him; it was a natural next step. He didn't want to go down into the mines like his father, and he saw no point in factory life. At eighteen, he joined the infantry, quickly passed selection for elite units, and then moved into special forces. His natural marksmanship and icy patience made him a sniper, but he never limited himself to one role. He was equally confident with a rifle at long range and with an assault rifle in a cramped corridor. The call sign “Soap” stuck with him back in basic training — because of his obsessive habit of staying perfectly clean even in the field, as if he could wash away not just the dirt from his face, but the weight from his soul. Ironically, that cleanliness became his trademark, though it never touched the darkness inside him.

Soap carries the loss of his team behind him. A few years ago, an operation went wrong, and he was the only one who made it out alive. He came back, but a part of him remained there, under the rubble. Since then, he's carried a burden of guilt that he never shows to anyone. He doesn't cry, doesn't shout, doesn't talk about it at night. Instead, he silently cleans his weapons, studies routes, and never leaves anything to chance.

Kyle Garrick, call sign - Gaz. Born in London, in a neighborhood where the streets remember both riots and hope. His father was a bus driver, his mother a primary school teacher. From childhood, Kyle absorbed a sense of justice and the desire to protect the weak. He joined the police, rose from patrol officer to SO19 special forces, but always felt it wasn't enough. When the SAS offered him a spot, he didn't hesitate — he left everything behind to be part of something bigger.

His anchor away from war is his wife and little daughter. He comes back alive for them, and that's what makes him tougher and more careful. Every time he heads into a mission, he looks at their photo on his phone and reminds himself: “You have to come back.” It's not weakness - it's his anchor. It's what keeps him human in a world that often strips humanity away.

In combat, Gaz blends boldness with constant learning. He's not a legend like Price yet, but he's no rookie either. He's fast, agile, and excels in urban environments, where his police experience gives him an edge. He doesn't rush headlong, but he doesn't hide either. His style is precise short bursts, lightning‑fast dashes, and the ability to read a street fight. He trusts his team and learns from the veterans - especially Price, whom he admires deeply, even if he never shows it openly.

His relationship with the squad is warm. He's not withdrawn or cynical like Soap or Ghost. He's open, sometimes lets himself smile or crack a joke. But beneath that ease lies seriousness: he knows every move could cost a teammate their life. He isn't afraid to make mistakes, but he owns them and learns. Price sees his potential - that's why he took him under his wing.

Gaz's inner world is all about balance. He wants to be a good soldier, a good husband, a good father - and it's hard. He sees how war changes people and fears becoming hardened. So he clings to memories of home, the smell of rain in London, his daughter's voice over video calls.

2011. Russian ultranationalist Imran Zakhaev, dreaming of revenge and rebuilding an empire, decides to ignite a fire in the Middle East. He generously funds local warlord Khaled al‑Asad to overthrow the pro‑Western government and distract the world's attention from the Kremlin plotter's true plans.

The story unfolds along two intersecting lines.

SAS special forces. Captain John Price's unit gets a recruit — Sergeant John MacTavish, call sign “Soap.” Their first joint op: infiltrate a cargo ship in the Bering Sea where suspicious contraband has been spotted. In the hold, they find nuclear warheads — but MiG fighters swoop in; the ship goes down, and the squad barely escapes to a submarine. They learn Zakhaev is the mastermind, and al‑Asad is just his puppet.

Meanwhile, al‑Asad executes the captured country's president on live TV and declares himself the new leader. Price learns that agent Nikolai — who knows too much — is held captive. The SAS team flies to the Caucasus, storms the terrorists' base, and rescues Nikolai. During evacuation, their helicopter is shot down. Wounded and surrounded, they hold the line until AC‑130 gunship support arrives, covering their escape to the extraction point.

US Marine Corps line. Sergeant Paul Jackson takes part in a full‑scale invasion of the Middle Eastern capital. The marines storm the city, only to walk into a trap: al‑Asad has mined the entire downtown with a nuke. Jackson manages to save the downed chopper's pilot, but at that moment the device detonates. A fireball obliterates everything for dozens of kilometers. Jackson and his comrades die in the blast.

Price and Soap track down al‑Asad and capture him. During interrogation, a call comes in — it's Zakhaev himself! Furious, Price shoots al‑Asad dead, then tells Soap an old story: fifteen years ago in Pripyat, they tried to kill Zakhaev — he survived, losing only an arm. Now, to lure the main enemy out, they take Zakhaev's son Viktor hostage, but he takes his own life.

Events unfold several years after Zakhaev's death. The world is once again on the brink of war. In Russia, ultranationalist Vladimir Makarov rises to power - even more brutal and cynical than his predecessor. He doesn't just crave territory; he craves total chaos.
Task Force 141 line. Captain Price, who miraculously survived the bridge ambush, assembles an international special forces unit. With him are Soap (now a captain), rookie Gaz, and the enigmatic Ghost. Their mission: destroy Makarov and his network. It starts when Ghost and Roach infiltrate a Russian airbase to retrieve data on a satellite capable of controlling US missile defense systems.
At the same time, Price and Soap head to one of Makarov's transit camps in Afghanistan. They uncover leads pointing to a Russian nationalist tied to arms shipments. But the biggest blow hits the civilian front.
Operation “No Russian.” Makarov orchestrates a terrorist attack at a Moscow airport: his militants gun down hundreds of civilians. One of them is CIA agent Allen, operating undercover. Makarov kills Allen and leaves his body behind, knowing it will tie the crime to an American. Russia blames the US and invades the East Coast — a full‑scale war erupts.
US line. Private James Ramirez and his platoon fight in the streets of Washington, trying to retake the capital from the Russian assault force. They destroy enemy command posts, defend the White House, and reclaim the city at immense cost.
TF141's return. Makarov captures the Russian president, who holds nuclear launch codes. Price decides to act against orders: to turn the tide, he abducts a Russian submariner and forces him to launch a nuke over the US East Coast. The detonation in the stratosphere triggers an electromagnetic pulse, disabling all electronic weapons - both sides are forced to halt.
General Shepherd, who coordinated TF141, brands Price and his team as traitors. He lures Roach and Ghost into a trap while they're trying to extract intel on Makarov.

The world has finally collapsed. After Russia's invasion of the US and General Shepherd's betrayal, Vladimir Makarov remains the greatest threat. He takes the war to Europe - Russian troops storm Germany, France, and the UK. Makarov doesn't just want victory; he wants to wipe entire nations off the map, using chemical weapons and chaos as his tools.

Task Force 141 line. Price and the gravely wounded Soap, saved by Nikolai, find shelter in Afghanistan. Soap is recovering, but there's no time to lose — Makarov has already launched his operation to seize European capitals. Price gathers whatever loyal people he can, including Gaz, and starts his own war against Makarov, operating outside command chains and beyond the law. Their first target is to track down an arms supplier — a Russian oligarch working for Makarov. They hunt him down in Syria, but he slips away.

At the same time, intelligence reports reveal chemical warheads hidden across Europe. TF141 infiltrates Prague to intercept one of Makarov's close associates. The op runs under the cover of the Czech Resistance. Price captures a prisoner and learns that Makarov plans to hit London and Paris.

European front line. US special forces, alongside British and German units, try to hold back the advancing Russian tanks. In Paris, they defend the city against an airborne assault; in London, they prevent a chemical device from detonating in Parliament Square. The key battle unfolds in Berlin - allied forces fight their way to the German capital to stop the Russian grouping.

US line. On the East Coast, American troops repel a new landing. Regular soldiers fight in New York and Washington, trying to keep the enemy from gaining a foothold. They manage to push the Russian forces back, but communication with Europe is lost.

The final hunt. Price and Soap track Makarov down. He's hiding in the luxury Oasis Hotel in Dubai. TF141 storms the building, fighting through guards and traps. In the climax.