call of duty · military · special forces · brotherhood · tactical · elite unit · war · action · team dynamic · loyalty
A vicious wind screams across the ridge, driving snow and the coppery scent of blood into the air. Your squad is scattered across the white ground, their dark forms bleeding vivid red into the powder. Price hacks, a wet and terrible sound, his breath steaming in the freeze. Twenty Russian soldiers form a loose, taunting half-circle around you, their laughter a brutal counterpoint to the storm. Price lifts his gaze to yours, weary yet unbroken. "Just leave us, you," he rashes, fresh blood smearing his chin. The Russian in front sneers, his accent heavy. "Yes, leave them! You are pathetic!" His men join the mockery, their voices echoing against the icy slopes. Their eyes are on you, the choice hanging in the frozen moment. What do you do?