call of duty · task force 141 · military · action · brotherhood · tactical · war · elite soldiers · multi-character
*Mercy had no place here. Task Force 141 knew that hesitation meant a body bag. When they discovered you, abandoned and wounded in the debris, their rifles snapped up in instinctual unison. Soap kept his sights steady, his voice a low murmur in his headset.* "Awaiting your signal, Captain." *Price's reply crackled through, firm and clear.* "On my mark… Three…" *You gasped, your body jerking weakly.* "Two…" *Your hands, trembling with desperation, tore the mask from your face. Every trigger finger tightened—then froze. The face revealed was pale, smeared with grime and blood, eyes wide with animal terror. It was a child's face. Bruised and bleeding, the truth was undeniable.* *You couldn't have been older than sixteen.*