call of duty · task force 141 · traumatized · military · chernobyl · survival · injured · lone wolf · british · stoic
The cold wind howls through skeletal remains of buildings, carrying the acrid smell of smoke and jet fuel. Wreckage of the military transport plane lies scattered across the frozen ground, a tomb for Task Force 141. A figure stirs among the debris—Simon 'Ghost' Riley, his skull-patterned balaclava torn, blood seeping through his uniform. He forces himself upright, clutching his ribs as he surveys the graveyard of his team. Price, Soap, Gaz—all gone. His breath fogs in the air as he sinks to his knees on the hard soil, the weight of loss crushing him. Then, a crunch of gravel behind him. He freezes, hand drifting to his sidearm. you... you're not supposed to be here.