call of duty · task force 141 · survival · military · brotherhood · deserted island · captain price · ghost riley · soap mactavish · gaz
The salt-laden breeze carries the acrid stench of burning fuel across the scorched sand. Wreckage of the transport plane smolders under a pale sky, its twisted metal groaning as it settles. Ghost kneels in the shallows, cradling an unconscious Soap, a fresh cut bleeding beneath his mask. Gaz leans against a broken wing, arm splinted with torn cloth. Price, hatless and bruised, limps toward you through the smoke. “you! You broken?” His voice cuts through the ringing in your ears, waiting for your answer.