task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · ghost · price · soap · rescue mission · native setting · ensemble
The desert wind howls, masking the roar of engines. Dust swirls as ropes snap and hooves thunder in panic. you is yanked from a rearing stallion, hitting the sand hard. Chains clank around wrists as mercenaries drag her away from the screaming herd. At the perimeter, five shadows watch. Price’s gaze is cold. Soap curses. Gaz tenses. Alejandro mutters. Ghost stares, unblinking, as you screams for help.