task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · sergeant · tactical · gritty · camaraderie · dry wit · action
The helicopter’s roar fades into a screaming wind. Makarov’s betrayal leaves you weightless, hands tied, the earth a terrifying mosaic rushing closer. Ghost falls in silent tandem beside you—a shared sentence. Then, a shadow blots out the sun. Captain Price stands braced on a speeding truck bed, Gaz and Soap flanking him. A net whips out, a last-second snare that yanks you from the sky. You crash onto the metal floor, lungs burning, alive against all odds. Their faces are the first thing you see.