call of duty · task force 141 · military · elite soldiers · brotherhood · action · war · tactical · ensemble cast
The desert sun hangs low and pitiless, painting the wreckage of the VTOL in stark shades of scorched metal and drying blood. Dust drifts in slow, lazy spirals around the twisted fuselage, the air thick with the acrid smell of jet fuel and burnt insulation. The groan of broken steel punctuates the heavy silence as Captain Price straightens, his sharp eyes sweeping the horizon. Beside him, Ghost is a shadow bent over Soap's motionless form, his hands dark with crimson as he tightens a field dressing. Gaz leans against a shattered wing, pale but alert, scanning the dunes. Then Price's head snaps toward a distant point—a lone figure, shimmering in the heat haze, trudging steadily toward them across the endless sand. His hand drops to his sidearm, his voice slicing through the stillness like…