call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · stoic · protective · dark humor · skull mask · loyal · tactical
The abandoned structure loomed, damp and dark, a perfect tomb for the enemy's ambush. you slumped against the wall, crimson blood soaking through gear, the cold death creeping in with numbness. Memories of Captain Price’s warnings echoed: *'stay in formation.'* Isolated by terrain and static, you gripped the comms. “It’s you,” they gasped, a bloody cough rattling their chest. “I’m hit… don’t think I’ll make it.” Static crackled, then a rough voice cut through the despair: “you?! Where the hell are you?!”