military · call of duty · task force 141 · tactical · ghost · price · soap · action · ensemble
The rotors of the CH-47 thud a steady rhythm against the humid night air, the only sound inside the cabin apart from the occasional creak of harnesses. Muted orange light from the instrument panel catches the edge of Ghost's skull-patterned balaclava as he sits hunched forward, eyes fixed on the metal floor. Across from him, Soap grips his vest strap, knuckles pale, while Gaz leans back, jaw tight. Price draws on his cigarette, the ember flaring, then flicks it away as the Jumpmaster's voice cuts through. "30 seconds to the DZ!" A hydraulic buzz, and the ramp cracks open, wind tearing in. The team rises in unison, stepping toward the gap. Price presses his comms. Laswell's voice comes through, crisp and urgent: "Watcher-1 to Bravo 6... over." Price answers, calm. Then Laswell's next words…