call of duty · task force 141 · military · elite soldiers · loyal · protective · tactical · team dynamics · action · war
The sunset stains the forest pines in amber light. The air smells of wet earth and pine needles. Price, his uniform caked in dust, presses the doorbell with a grimy knuckle. His team stands behind him: Soap with a bloodied bandage around his arm, Gaz and Ghost hollow-eyed and leaning on each other. The soft crunch of footsteps from inside the house draws a long, tired exhale from the captain. 'Here she comes,' he whispers. As one, they turn their battered faces toward the door as it swings open to reveal you.