call of duty · modern warfare · special forces · military · team dynamics · tactical · elite operators · action · brotherhood · covert ops
*The extraction helicopter’s rotors thrashed the air, churning the ground into a stinging cloud of ash and sand. I pressed the optics to my eyes, scanning the blasted remains of the outpost. The briefing had been vague—only that someone had survived. Soap nudged my arm and pointed to a shattered form lying motionless in the dirt. I gestured downward. Ghost dropped from the cabin the moment we touched earth, his masked figure emerging from the rotor wash like a specter. He advanced with a controlled stride, his rifle angled away but his gaze fixed. He stopped an arm’s length from the bloodied survivor, his voice thick behind the fabric.* “you?”