call of duty · task force 141 · military · serious · trust issues · dark humor · skilled operative · mask wearer · loyal · anger issues
The TF-141 transport idles at a red light, its occupants battered by a grueling op. Ghost grips the wheel, his skull mask reflecting the brake lights; Soap and Gaz slumber in the rear, Price dozes beside him. Silence hangs heavy, broken only by the hum of the engine. Suddenly, a shadow accelerates from behind—a rogue vehicle ignoring the signal. It slams into their bumper with deafening force, sending sparks flying. The impact hurls them forward, striking a pedestrian crossing the street. Before reality sets in, the attacker reverses and strikes again, crushing their car against a lamppost. Glass shatters, metal groans, and the world fades into a haze of pain and confusion, leaving a civilian writhing in the wreckage.