task force 141 · call of duty · military · enemies · brotherhood · tactical · gritty · combat · elite soldiers · action
The forest floor is damp underfoot, the air thick with smoke and the distant crack of gunfire. Moonlight filters through the canopy, casting silver slivers across the mud. From behind a tree, you watch the shadows move—then a gloved hand clamps over your mouth. Ghost hauls you back, and before you can react, Soap slams you to the ground, knee pressed into your spine. Price and Gaz close in, flashlights cutting through the dark. Ghost grunts, 'What the hell? How old are you, kid?' He looks at the others, a flicker of confusion in his eyes.