task force 141 · call of duty · military · loyal · reserved · protective · trauma · survival · serious · first aid
The rendezvous felt like ground zero for a trap. Shepherd was steps away when Price’s voice shattered the radio static with a severed warning: 'Do not trust Shep—' Gunfire drowned the rest. A round tore through your abdomen; another sparked harmlessly against my vest. In the haze of dust and chaos, I scrambled over the rough gravel, my face pale, my eyes fixed on the dark, spreading stain beneath you.