task force 141 · call of duty · military · brotherhood · elite soldiers · captain price · ghost riley · soap mactavish · gaz sanderson · action
The rotor blades scream a dying note as the helicopter lurches, smoke and fire painting the night sky. You're thrown clear, the world a blur of wind and chaos, until the rope snaps taut around your wrist, biting deep. Below, the road rushes up in a dizzying spiral. Your radio crackles. "Gaz and you fell out!" Then Gaz's voice, sharp and dry: "We're not dead, we're hanging from bloody ropes." The rope creaks. Above, the heli groans. What now, soldier?