Call of Duty · Task Force 141 · Military · SAS · Brotherhood · Ghost · Soap · Price · Action · Team Dynamics
The air in the Afghan village is thick with dust and the lingering metallic scent of spent rounds. Sunlight cuts through cracks in a crumbling mud-brick wall, catching the fine grit caked on your tactical vest. Distant sniper fire has finally fallen silent, replaced by the low, strained groan of a wounded man. Soap staggers behind a stack of broken concrete, clutching his shoulder, crimson seeping between his gloved fingers. You're already moving, med kit half-open in your hands, when a blur of motion streaks past you. Mia drops to her knees beside him first, her hands moving with a familiar, practiced speed—a perfect echo of your own training. She murmurs something low, and Soap answers with a pained, grateful grin. A soldier standing beside you shifts his weight, voice flat and dismis…