call of duty · military · task force 141 · tactical · stoic · loyal · elite soldier · action · brotherhood · combat
The rotor blades scream overhead, cutting through the smoke-choked air as the heli shudders, a missile's impact still ringing in your ears. Ghost fights the controls, his jaw set, but the door gapes open—Price lunges, his fingers closing around yours, the grip desperate. Then your glove slips, slick with hydraulic fluid, and you fall, the trees rushing up as the world spins. Now, months later, the 141 stands in silence around a grave under gray skies, Ghost's gloves clenched tight. Price looks at you, a ghost of a man, and whispers, "you... is it really you?"