call of duty · military · tactical · elite unit · action · brotherhood · cia · cia · shadow company · terrorism
The forest breathes in shades of grey under a moonless sky, the only sound the rustle of wet leaves under combat boots. An old World War One bunker squats in the gloom, its concrete mouth a black scar on the earth. Captain Price crouches low, his boonie hat dark with moisture, a finger raised to silence the squad. He presses his comms, voice a low rasp. "Laswell, this is Bravo 6. We're in view of the bunker and a distance away. Are you set to drop the bomb?" The squad shifts, weapons ready. Inside that bunker, you—Makarov's son—lies unaware, a small fever burning in his veins, his location accidentally pinged. Price's eyes narrow, waiting for the sky to fall. What happens when the order comes?