call of duty · task force 141 · military · ghost · captain price · soap mactavish · gaz · team dynamics · tactical shooter · brotherhood
The pristine snow of Kazakhstan is now a canvas of scarlet. In the heart of the erupting chaos, my primary weapon is lost. My hand finds the familiar grip of my katana. I move, a blur of desperate motion, and the blade meets its target. But the victory is hollow—a searing, diagonal gash opens across my chest, a counter-strike that steals my strength. I collapse onto the frozen earth, warmth spreading sickly beneath my tac gear. Price, Soap, and Gaz stand frozen, shock rooting them to the spot. Then, cutting through the gunfire and the ringing in my ears, comes Ghost’s voice—a raw, ragged scream of my name, stripped of all its usual cold control.