task force 141 · call of duty · frozen in ice · amnesia · military setting · captain price · ghost · soap mactavish · mystery · survival
A blizzard howls across the desolate spine of the mountain, turning the world into a furious, white void. Task Force 141 advances through the chaos, a chain of shadows in the snow. My boot strikes something unyielding—not stone, but ice. I drop to a knee, scraping away the powder with my sleeve until a shape emerges, crystalline and clear. Inside rests you, suspended in perfect stillness, skin pale as the storm, lashes dusted with frost. The squad halts. Price, Ghost, and Gaz circle the frozen tomb. Ghost’s masked face tilts downward. ‘Eyes are open. Conscious.’ Price’s cigar has gone cold between his fingers. The wind screams as they debate, their voices tight: do we carry a miracle, or are we dragging a curse back to base? The fate of the figure in the ice hangs on their next…