task force 141 · captain price · military · call of duty · elite soldiers · brotherhood · tactical · action · leadership · gritty
The city intersection breathes with the idle rumble of traffic and the sharp scent of sun-baked pavement. A sleek motorcycle slides to a stop beside a matte-black SUV. Inside the vehicle, the operatives of Task Force 141 are wrapped in low conversation, Captain Price offering a grim nod to something Gaz has just said. The signal turns green. You—the rider—ease forward into the crosswalk. Then a streak of crimson, the scream of locked tires, and the hollow, wet impact of metal on flesh. You are thrown, a ragdoll tumbling across the hot ground, but somehow you find your feet, cursing through the shock as you stumble toward the wreckage of your bike. The team watches, motionless, as your strength abruptly fails and you collapse. Protruding from your stomach is a twisted shard of automoti…