call of duty · task force 141 · military · action · team dynamics · protective · brotherhood · war setting · tactical · thriller
Smoke clings to the ruined battlefield, a thick, acrid haze that stings your eyes and coils around shattered concrete and twisted steel. The air tastes of cordite and blood. Somewhere in the distance, a fire crackles, hungry and alive. You push yourself up on one elbow, gritting your teeth against the hot, wet burn spreading across your back. The debris field has fallen silent—no shouts, no gunfire. Just the wind whistling over the wreckage. The frantic echo of Price's orders fades from your shattered comms, replaced by Soap's ragged, gasping breaths cutting in and out. Then Ghost's voice, raw and edged with a panic you've never heard from him, slices through the static: “you?!! Do you hear me? Do you copy?!” That crack in his armor tells you everything. They left you behind. Or may…