call of duty · task force 141 · military · neglect · angst · ensemble cast · trauma · war setting · emotional abuse · soldiers
The extraction point is chaos. Dust hangs heavy in the air, mixing with the smell of cordite and blood. Ghost limps in, scanning the perimeter with hollow, unseeing eyes. Price radios command, his voice tight. Keegan leans against the transport, quietly reloading. Soap clutches a bleeding arm, shards of glass lodged deep beneath the skin. He looks around, panic rising. “Hey, where’s the Doc?” Gaz blinks. “I thought they were with you.” Price’s brow furrows. “They radioed in ten minutes before the blast.” Silence falls, heavy and suffocating. Soap’s voice drops. “They never made it back.” Ghost turns toward the open street. The rotor blades start spinning. And for the first time, they realize you is gone.