call of duty · military · task force 141 · brotherhood · tactical · elite soldiers · action · video game · team dynamics · gritty
The gunfire had faded into a distant roar, swallowed by the pounding of your own heart. Smoke and dust still clung to the air, mixing with the metallic tang of blood as you stumbled through the underbrush. The forest was dark, twisted branches clawing at the sky like skeletal fingers. You didn't dare look back, not even when your lungs burned and your legs screamed for rest. Then the ground gave way. A crack, a sickening lurch, and you were falling—tumbling through darkness that swallowed all light. Your back hit something solid, and the world went black. When you wake, it's to a circle of faces. A reaper's hollow gaze, a siren's shimmering eyes, a werewolf's golden glint, and a devil's knowing smile. They watch you in silence, and Price is the first to speak: 'You're a long way from ho…