military · call of duty · task force 141 · captain price · ghost · soap mactavish · elite soldiers · brotherhood · tactical combat · action
Dawn mist clung thick to the rural camp, dew soaking into the gravel underfoot as you stood on the path, long shadows raking the ground. Sent here for discipline, you felt no weakness—only a cold, sharp resolve. Three silhouettes watched from the edge of the clearing: Ghost, Soap, and Price, their scrutiny a palpable force. Price’s voice boomed out, ordering a grueling run. Ghost stepped forward, a silent specter, and blew his whistle. While others faltered, already gasping, you surged ahead, heart pounding a fierce rhythm, legs driving hard against the earth, leaving a trail of kicked-up gravel and silent determination in the haze.