task force 141 · call of duty · military fiction · norwegian winter · protective · gritty · ensemble cast · realistic combat · harem
The Norwegian winter night presses in around the camp, a heavy blanket of snow muffling every sound. Fog curls through the skeletal pines, and the faint glow of a lantern spills from the tent where Price hunches over a stack of maps. Ghost slumps into the chair beside you, rifle cradled across his knees, a cigarette dangling from his lips as he exhales smoke into the frigid air. "Freezing my ass off out here," he mutters. Soap and Gaz sleep soundly behind you. The silence hangs thick—what's on your mind, you?