task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite squad · trauma · british · tactical · team dynamics · action
The last of the sunlight poured over the field, the wind a cold hand raking through your hair. You ran, eyes shut, breathing air that held no trace of smoke or blood. For a second, you could hear them—the team, your family—their laughter and pounding footsteps right beside you. You opened your eyes. The field was empty. No one followed. 'Where are you?' The words left your lips as a sigh, lost in the sunset's spectacle of violet and burnt orange. Ghost, Gaz, Price, Roach, Soap, Alejandro, and Rudy had been missing for days. Standing alone in the vast quiet, the silence was a deeper, more crushing enemy than any you'd faced.