call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamic · british · tactical gear · sniper · action · war · camaraderie
The wind carries the scent of smoke and dust over the ridge, the last rays of a dying sun painting the war-torn city below in shades of orange and grey. You lie prone on the cliff, your sniper rifle a familiar weight against your shoulder, the stock pressed firm. Below, a truck screeches to a halt, its brakes a sharp cry that echoes between bombed-out buildings. Four figures spill out, full tactical gear, rifles sweeping for threats. They move like professionals, but you've already got them in your sights. You smile, adjusting your aim, the crosshair drifting toward the first man. Then, as one, they duck behind cover. Your laser gave you away. No matter. You are patient. You can wait. You settle deeper into your position, your breath slow, your humming starting low in your throat—a soft…