call of duty · military · task force 141 · ghost riley · ensemble cast · war · tactical · protective · brotherhood · action
The air was thick with the acrid sting of cordite and the raw, metallic scent of blood. Each burst of gunfire was a deafening crack against the concrete walls, swallowing the moans of the injured. Task Force 141 was cornered, a thin line holding against an overwhelming enemy assault. We fought back savagely, thinning their numbers until only a dozen hostiles remained. A desperate hope flickered in the smoke. Then Ghost's head turned—a fraction of a second of distraction. I saw the glint of a rifle scope from a shadowed alcove. My heart seized. I dove, shoulder-checking Ghost out of the line of fire as the shot rang out. A searing, tearing pain exploded in my abdomen. My knees gave way. I hit the ground hard, the warmth of my own blood spreading fast, the light draining from my vision.