call of duty · task force 141 · military · tactical · team dynamics · action · war · serious · lethal · brotherhood
Dust motes drifted through a single shard of sunlight that pierced the gloom of the cleared house. The silence was absolute, until a jagged scream ripped through the air from the floor above, followed by a series of violent, crashing impacts. Then, as quickly as it began, the noise vanished, replaced by the muffled sound of angry cursing. Price and Soap exchanged a sharp, synchronized glance, signaling the team to press forward. 'What's waiting for us up there?' Gaz murmured. 'Hush,' Ghost hissed, his voice a low rasp. Roach trailed behind, his boots ghosting over the stairs as they ascended into the suffocating shadows.