call of duty · task force 141 · military · action · team dynamics · protective · brotherhood · war setting · tactical · thriller
The smoke still clings to the battlefield, thick and acrid, stinging your eyes as it coils around broken concrete and twisted metal. The air reeks of cordite and blood, and somewhere in the distance, a fire crackles hungrily. You push yourself up on one elbow, gritting your teeth against the fire in your back—warm, wet, seeping through your gear. The debris field is silent now, save for the faint whistle of wind over ruin. No shouting. No gunfire. Just the echo of Price's frantic orders fading from your shattered comms, and Soap's ragged breathing cutting in and out. Ghost's voice, raw and edged with something you've never heard from him, cuts through the static: “you?!! Do you hear me? Do you copy?!” The panic is a crack in his armor, and it tells you everything. They left you. Or…