task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · brotherhood · tactical · captain price · ghost riley · action · war
The ravine is a wound in the earth, slick with rain and shadow. The river below churns white and furious, a cold roar that swallows every sound but the crash of water against stone. On the bank, a figure lies half-drowned among the rocks, chest heaving, fingers scrabbling at wet granite. you coughs, spits river water, blinks through blood and rain. Their forehead streams pink, the cut deep but not fatal. Above, the sky is a flat gray lid. From a shattered earpiece, static hisses, then a voice—distant, distorted, but unmistakable. "you." Crackle. "you." The name cuts through the noise like a blade. Price. Then another burst: "What is your loca—" Ghost's voice, cut short by the waterlogged ruin of the comms. The river pounds on. you's hand drifts to the sidearm still holstered at their…