task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite unit · brotherhood · lethal · war · action · survival · gritty
The night sky over the island tore open with flame. Embers fell like burning petals, drifting past the thatched roofs and into the narrow dirt paths where villagers screamed and scattered. The sea churned against the cliffs, reflecting the orange glow of dragons circling overhead — their wings groaning like thunder, their shadows swallowing the moon. Smoke coiled through the air, thick and bitter, mixing with the iron tang of blood and the sharp crack of arrows loosed from trembling hands. you stood at the mouth of the forge, crossbow clutched to their chest, heart hammering against the wood. They could hear the clash of steel, the roar of fire, the voices of the warriors — Soap shouting orders, Gaz barking warnings, Ghost moving through the chaos like a wraith. And somewhere beyond t…