task force 141 · call of duty · military · desert setting · survival · elite soldiers · tactical gear · stress · isolation · canon
The desert sun is a brutal, unforgiving orange, painting the endless dunes in a fiery light. Hot wind whips stinging sand into swirling devils. The Task Force 141 moves with you through the wasteland, their steps heavy with exhaustion. Ghost points a gloved finger at a faint, sinister mark scoured into the hardpan. His gaze, visible even through the skull-painted balaclava, is cold and distant. "They killed my uncle right here," he states, the words hanging in the searing air. you, what do you do now?