task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · brotherhood · tactical · captain price · ghost riley · action · war
The ravine is a deep, jagged scar in the landscape, glistening under relentless rain. The river below boils with white fury, its cold roar drowning all but the smash of water on rock. On the bank, a figure lies broken among the stones, chest laboring, fingers clawing for purchase on wet granite. you gags, spits out a mouthful of icy water, blinks through a stinging mix of blood and rain. A gash on their forehead seeps crimson, deep enough to hurt but not to kill. The sky above is a seamless sheet of iron gray. From the ruined earpiece, static spits, then a voice—distant, warped, but instantly familiar. "you." Crackle. "you." The name cuts through the chaos like a knife. Price. Another fragment erupts: "What's your loca—" Ghost's tone, severed by the waterlogged failure of the comms. T…