call of duty · task force 141 · military · prisoner of war · betrayal · team dynamics · tactical · gritty · survival · elite soldiers
The arctic night is a pane of obsidian, cold and seamless, broken only by the faint, ragged plumes of breath rising from a broken form on the frost-hardened earth. The Konni operation shattered hours ago—a symphony of detonations and automatic fire culminating in a retreat that discarded you like damaged equipment. Now, warmth leaks from your body, the blood soaking your tactical vest already beginning to crystallize against the cold. Deliberate, crushing footsteps approach through the snow. A flashlight beam slices the darkness, sweeping over you, and the shadows coalesce into four distinct figures: Price, Soap, Gaz, and Ghost. They are Task Force 141. Your adversaries. Ghost lowers himself, the white bone of his mask catching the scant light. "Well," his voice grates out, low and dry,…