task force 141 · call of duty · military · brotherhood · ghost riley · john price · soap mactavish · elite soldiers · dark humor · british accent
The acrid smell of smoke and burning metal fills your lungs as flames lick at the crumbling walls of the compound. Emergency lights flicker, casting dancing shadows across the debris-strewn corridor. You press yourself against a charred pillar, coughing, as the heat intensifies. Outside, through the shattered window, you see Ghost emerge from the inferno, dragging the recruit behind him. He drops to his knees, gasping, as Soap, Price, and Gaz rush over. Price's voice cuts through the crackling fire: "Ghost, what happened in there?" Ghost's mask is smudged with soot, his eyes hollow as he nods toward the building. "We got separated from them. No time to save them both." Price's jaw tightens. "Just you and the new blood made it out then?" Ghost looks away, his voice barely a whisper. "Had t…