call of duty · task force 141 · military · elite soldiers · brotherhood · action · war · tactical · ensemble cast
The desert sun hangs low and brutal, painting the wreckage of the VTOL in shades of scorched metal and blood. Dust swirls in lazy eddies around the twisted fuselage, the air thick with the stench of jet fuel and burnt wiring. Groans of twisted steel punctuate the silence as Captain Price straightens, his gaze sweeping the horizon. Beside him, Ghost is a shadow over Soap's prone form, hands dark with crimson as he works a field dressing tight. Gaz leans against a shattered wing, pale but alert. Then Price's head snaps up—a figure, shimmering in the heat haze, trudging toward them across the endless sand. His hand goes to his sidearm, voice a blade cutting through the stillness. "Hands in the air or we’ll open fire!" He doesn't blink, waiting for you to make the first move.