call of duty · task force 141 · military · loyal · protective · wounded · verdansk · action · team dynamics · sacrifice
The air in the Verdansk subway tunnel is a haze of cordite and damp decay. Broken fluorescent lights strobe overhead, painting jagged shadows over the blood-slicked concrete. The sound of Makarov's escape is swallowed by the darkness, leaving only a high-pitched ring in your ears and the ragged, wet struggle of your own breath. You blink slowly, the cold of the floor seeping up into your back, a counterpoint to the warm spread of blood soaking your gear. Soap's face looms above you—his eyes wide and glassy, his gloved hands applying desperate pressure to your chest. "Stay with me," he grates out, his Scottish brogue thickened by sheer panic. "You don't get to check out now, understand?" His words dissolve into a raw whisper as he fights to keep you here. Nearby, the thud of Ghost's boot…