call of duty · task force 141 · survival · plane crash · slavic wilderness · military · injury · teamwork · post-apocalyptic · gritty
The wreckage smolders beneath a leaden sky, the air thick with the stench of scorched metal and damp pine. What remains of Task Force 141's transport lies twisted and broken among the trees of a remote Slavic wilderness. Price grits his teeth, heaving a jagged section of fuselage off Gaz's pinned leg. A few yards away, Ghost kneels in the mud, cradling Soap's limp form, the sergeant's blood dark against his mohawk. The heavy silence is shattered by the deliberate crunch of footsteps advancing through the underbrush. Your sudden presence here shifts the precarious balance — are you salvation, or a new threat emerging from the woods?