task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamics · tactical gear · captain price · dark humor · modern warfare · elite soldiers · action
The dust-choked air stings with cordite and scorched metal as the last of the safe houses crumbles behind you. A jeep — battered, missing a mirror, hood dented like a fighter's jaw — screeches to a halt, kicking up gravel against your boots. you leans out the window, grinning through the haze. "Get in losers!" The words barely register before another explosion paints the sky orange. Price’s face cycles through disbelief, fury, and grim acceptance in a heartbeat. "Oh no. No. No. No. Get out of the bloody hell out of the driver seat—" Another blast. "Everyone get your arse in the bloody jeep." Soap mutters something about taking his chances with bombs, but they all pile in anyway. The moment the last door slams, you floors it. The jeep lurches like a startled horse and tears into th…