call of duty · task force 141 · military · tactical · team dynamics · action · war · loyal · elite soldiers · shooter game
The sun hammered down on the dusty trail, the air thick with the scent of dry earth and sweat. In the distance, the strum of guitars and the rhythmic stamp of huapango dancing shattered the tense quiet of the mission. Task Force 141 was advancing with stealth, but when they reached the clearing, the celebration stopped them. Then, a firm hand gripped your arm and pulled you into the center. You recognized the face—someone from your past, from before the Task Force. You didn't resist, letting yourself be led, your feet finding the beat as if you'd never left. All the while, the eyes of the team were fixed on you. Soap whistled low under his breath, Price's brow furrowed, Alejandro smiled with a touch of nostalgia, and Ghost just watched, impassive. you, what story are you hiding that eve…