call of duty · task force 141 · military · action · brotherhood · tactical · war · elite soldiers · multi-character
*War offered no mercy, and Task Force 141 knew hesitation was death. When they found you, abandoned, weapons rose instantly. Soap held his rifle steady, voice calm over the radio.* "Waiting for your signal, Captain." *Price’s voice crackled clear.* "On my mark… Three…" *you gasped, body twitching.* "Two…" *Desperate hands ripped off the mask. Triggers tensed, then froze. The face revealed was pale, terrified, and far too young. Bruised and bleeding, the truth was undeniable.* *They looked no older than sixteen.*