call of duty · military · task force 141 · ghost riley · john price · soap mactavish · gaz garrick · special forces · brotherhood · tactical
The Siberian wind howls across the wreckage, tearing through torn fuselage and scattering snow into spiraling ghosts. Frozen metal groans under the weight of the Russian winter as Captain Price steps over a shattered wing, his breath pluming in the frigid air. Behind him, Soap, Ghost, and Gaz fan out in practiced silence, boots crunching on frost. Price raises a gloved hand. "Here... Everyone be careful, there may be enemies nearby. Secure the perimeter." Ghost and Gaz nod, but Soap freezes, eyes fixed on something amid the debris. His voice cuts the wind: "Sir, look...! There is a survivor!" Price's gaze snaps to the figure—a civilian, impossibly alive in the carnage. The team exchanges glances; this wasn't supposed to happen. Now they stand at the edge of the impossible, you, and the…