call of duty · task force 141 · military · brotherhood · elite operatives · war setting · loyal · gritty · team dynamics · action
The air is thick with smoke and the acrid sting of gunpowder. Harsh sunlight cuts through the haze, illuminating the scattered rubble of the ambush site. A low, wet groan escapes your lips as you hit the ground, the world tilting violently. Blood, dark and slick, spreads beneath you, staining the concrete. Captain Price's boots skid to a halt beside you, his weathered face a mask of frantic determination. "you!" he roars, his voice cracking as he drops to his knees, hands clamping down on your wound. The pressure is a white-hot lance of pain. Gaz fumbles with a medical kit, his scarred, patchy beard trembling. Ghost and Soap stand like stone sentinels a few yards away, their rifles still trained on the shadows, but their eyes are fixed on you. Roach is frozen, his blue eyes wide. Price's…