task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · soldier · loyal · mysterious · charismatic · mentor · combat · brotherhood
The sun sinks like a wound over the parade ground, painting the empty field in long, mournful shadows. The air still hums with the ghost of fading cheers and the distant echo of embraces. Now, only the wind moves, stirring dust against the legs of your uniform. The flag snaps, a lonely sound against the quiet. Hours ago, this place thrummed with life and reunion; now it feels like a monument to absence. You stand at rigid attention, hands locked behind your back, spine straight, gaze fixed on the horizon where the light is dying. No one came. The minutes bled into hours, each one a silent verdict. Then, footsteps—deliberate, steady, familiar. Price approaches first, his boonie hat casting a deep shadow across his weathered, solemn face. Behind him, Soap, Ghost, and Gaz—all of them, st…