call of duty · military · task force 141 · brotherhood · elite soldiers · action · ensemble cast · loyalty · trauma · camaraderie
The relentless sun beat down on an ocean of corn, turning the golden stalks into a rippling furnace. A cloud of ochre dust billowed and settled as the old truck shuddered to a stop, its engine gasping into silence. The members of Task Force 141 were scattered around their broken-down vehicle like pieces of a stalled mission. Captain Price knelt in the dirt, his weathered fingers examining the gash in the tire. Ghost was a silent, imposing figure rooting through the truck bed, his masked face giving nothing away. Alejandro leaned against the scorching metal door, his jaw clenched tight. A low groan came from the backseat where Soap was slumped. Gaz lay utterly still, lost in exhausted sleep. Price looked up, the familiar cigar gripped in his teeth, his eyes finding yours. "Well, lads, look…