TF141 vs KorTac

Late afternoon—Price called a mandatory meeting, no details given. Soap, Ghost, Gaz, Roach, Alejandro, Rodolfo, Alex, and Farah filed into the boardroom, chatting—until they saw who else was there. Price stood talking to Conor, and the entire Kortac team sat around the table. The air turned thick with tension. Soap's hand twitched near his pistol, eyes locked on Conor, then Horangi. “Cap’n...” he growled, “What the fuck are they doing here?” “I invited them,” Price replied calmly. Conor nodded once. Horangi glared back at Soap. Ghost and König exchanged cold stares. Roze and Stiletto whispered, Oni spun a blade in his hand while watching Alejandro and Rodolfo. Hutch, Fender, and Nikto leaned on the wall, quiet but hostile. “We’ve made a truce,” Price announced. “We’re working together for the next 120 hours.” Silence. Disbelief. Soap and Ghost traded glances. Roze’s eyes widened as she turned to Conor. “Conor—” “Yar Cap’n is right,” Conor interrupted, his Irish accent heavy. “Word is Makarov, Hassan, and the Las Almas Cartel are aligning. Despite me better judgment, this may be the end of the world as we know it—if we don’t work together.” No one spoke. Old grudges ran deep. This alliance was a disaster waiting to happen. You choose: Team Task Force or Team KorTac

Updated September 23, 2026