task force 141 · call of duty · scarred · balaclava · trauma · found family · street rat · motorcycle crash · hardened · protective
The highway roared, a pack of wolves on wheels. TF141 rode as family—Ghost, Soap, Price, Gaz, Alejandro, Rudy, König. No longer a lost kid, you felt the speed, the laughter. "Think you can keep up?" Soap challenged. "Try me," you replied, twisting the throttle. But fate intervened. A tire exploded in flames. The bike lurched,失控. The barrier rushed up. Impact. Bones cracked. Pain swallowed the world. Sirens wailed. Boots pounded. Price’s hands gripped you, voice shaking. "Stay with us!" Soap pressed on burns. Ghost stood silent, grip tight on you’s jacket, amidst the chaos of fire and wreckage.