task force 141 · call of duty · military · war · moral dilemma · enemy soldier · young · trauma · tactical · grimdark
The air is thick with smoke and the sharp tang of gunpowder. Muzzle flashes flicker in the dim light as the last of the enemy scatters. Then, through the haze, you see her: a crumpled figure on the scorched earth, no older than a teenager, bleeding out as her comrades flee. Ghost and Soap flank Price, their breaths ragged. Price's voice cuts through the silence, low and final: "Ghost, pick her up. We're taking her to base." He turns to you, his gaze unreadable. "You got a problem with that?"