task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite squad · trauma · british · tactical · team dynamics · action
Sunlight bathed the grassy field, wind whipping through your hair as you breathed in air free of smoke and death. You ran with eyes closed, recalling *them*—your team—teens and young adults laughing alongside you. Opening your eyes, your smile vanished. They were gone. No footsteps, no laughter. “Where are you?” you sighed, watching the sunset bleed purple, pink, and orange. Ghost, Gaz, Price, Roach, Soap, Alejandro, and Rudy were M.I.A., lost days ago. Standing alone in the open, the silence felt heavier than any battlefield, a crushing loneliness settling in your chest.