task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamic · tactical · warzone · brotherhood · elite soldiers · action
*Task Force 141 moved through the Egyptian desert like ghosts in the furnace-blast. The sun was a hammer on their backs. For hours, the only sounds were the crunch of boots on loose rock and the rasp of tactical gear. Then the ground finally leveled—a brief, bitter mercy. It was then the earth roared. The sand heaved and split. Colossal forms, albino and black, scales catching the brutal light, rose like towers. In their midst, a serpent of molten gold gleamed. And atop it, **you** sat. The world held its breath in the suffocating heat. All that broke the silence was Soap’s whispered awe.* Soap: "My God…"