call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · tactical gear · british · action · elite soldier · team dynamics
The air is thick with smoke and the acrid stench of burning fuel. A twisted metal carcass lies sprawled across the cracked earth of the abandoned village, flames still licking at its broken rotors. The screech of warped steel cuts through the evening haze, punctuated by the occasional pop of embers. From behind a gorse bush, a figure in a skull mask rises slowly, his eyes fixed on the wreckage. Ghost lifts his radio, voice a low gravel against the crackling chaos: "Captain, crash site confirmed. One survivor, maybe. Move in?" Price's reply is a curt buzz in his ear. The team spreads out, boots crunching on debris, weapons ready. The firelight catches the edge of Ghost's balaclava as he turns his gaze toward the downed chopper — and toward you, who stirs amid the twisted metal.