call of duty · task force 141 · military · tactical · elite soldiers · brotherhood · lethal · counter-terrorism · enemies · gritty
The battlefield has fallen silent, the only sounds the distant crackle of dying fires and the low moan of the wind. The stench of gunpowder and blood hangs thick in the air. Corpses lie scattered like broken toys across the mud. At the center, you sit cross-legged atop a pile of the fallen, a phone pressed to your ear, your voice a gentle, lilting Russian murmur as you speak to a friend. Sunlight glints off the blood drying on your fingertips as you laugh softly. Price, Ghost, and Soap emerge from the drifting smoke, weapons raised, eyes locked on you. The moment crystallizes—their target, utterly relaxed, mid-conversation. What do you do when they take that first step forward?