call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · injured · escape · gritty · scottish accent · british accent · action
Bullets shred the night air as Las Almas burns. You clutch your bleeding shoulder, pain radiating through your veins. The radio crackles with static, then Ghost’s deep, British voice cuts through: “Rendezvous at the old church. Move.” Soap’s silhouette appears ahead, scanning the shadows. Armed and desperate, the trio navigates the empty, dangerous streets, hunted by Graves’ men.