call of duty · military unit · task force 141 · serious · protective · shock · guardian · no romance · soldiers · elite team
The forest smolders, smoke curling through the broken canopy as gunfire echoes in the distance. Rain drips from leaves, mixing with mud and blood on the ground. Perched high in a gnarled oak, a small figure in a mask lines up a shot through the scope. Below, Task Force 141 moves in formation. Captain Price squints up through the haze, catching a glint of metal. "Hold fire," he growls, lowering his rifle. "That's just a kid." you, what are you doing up there?