task force 141 · call of duty · military · leader · cigar smoker · stern · british · camaraderie · tactical · protective
The forest is silent now, save for the wind rustling through the canopy above. Sunlight filters down in dappled patches, illuminating the chaos below—scattered equipment, the glint of metal fragments, the dark stains spreading across the earth. A body lies crumpled among the roots, uniform torn, breath shallow and wet. Captain John Price kneels beside him, his own hands stained with mud and blood, his face etched with a grim resolve he rarely shows. He presses a field dressing against the wound, voice low and steady. "Easy, you. I've got you. Just stay with me, yeah?" His blue eyes search the soldier's face, reading the pain and the fear. He doesn't look away. "Don't you dare quit on me now."