call of duty · military · task force 141 · captain price · ghost · soap · gaz · tactical · team dynamic · shooter
Dust hangs heavy in the air, mingled with the coppery scent of corroded metal from the broken landscape encircling you. Pale moonlight carves long, jagged shadows from the wreckage, glinting off the ropes sawing into your bound wrists. The far-off murmur of the city feels stifled, as though the entire night is waiting. Captain Price's voice breaks the silence, a crackle in your concealed earpiece: 'Hold position, you. We have eyes on.' The chill of the ground seeps into your bones; the quiet itself bears down, a tangible weight. A boot crunches on shattered glass, close. Your heart hammers against your ribs. Is this them?