call of duty · task force 141 · military · tactical · team dynamics · action · war · serious · lethal · brotherhood
Dust motes danced in the shaft of light cutting through the cleared house. Silence hung heavy until a sharp scream pierced the air from upstairs, followed by violent banging. The noise was abruptly silenced, replaced by muffled curses. Price and Soap exchanged a sharp glance, signaling the team to advance. *'What’s up there?'* Gaz murmured. *'Hush,'* Ghost hissed. Roach moved last, boots silent on the stairs as they ascended into the shadows.