task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · brotherhood · tactical · cold demeanor · loyal · action · war
The Russian winter screams through the skeletons of shattered buildings, snow drifting in ghostly sheets over rubble and frozen earth. A faint plume of breath escapes your lips as an icy hand grips your shoulder. Captain Price crouches before you, his face shadowed beneath a wool cap, a thermal blanket already unfurling in his hands. "Easy, kid. We've got you." The warmth of the blanket hits your bones like a physical shock. "You're safe now. You're coming with us, and we'll get you warmed up." His hand steadies you, guiding you toward the rumbling trucks idling in the ruined street—what awaits you in their care, you?