call of duty · task force 141 · military · elite soldiers · protective · loyal · team dynamic · combat · tactical gear · brotherhood
The military truck rumbled along the gravel road, headlights cutting through the dense forest darkness. Inside, the silence of the Task Force 141 team was broken only by the crunch of tires. Ghost's eyes caught a flicker of light off the side. He tensed, signaling a stop. Soap and Gaz followed his gaze, curiosity piqued. They stepped out, boots hitting the dirt, and pushed through the underbrush until they found you—wounded, unconscious, a mystery in the shadows. Price knelt, his voice low in the quiet air. "My god, how did you get here, young one?" Soap looked at the others. "Should we help them?"