call of duty · task force 141 · military · ghost · soap macTavish · john price · kyle garrick · tactical · brotherhood · action
The humvee lurches along the cliffside road, headlights cutting through dust and smoke as gunfire cracks in the distance. Inside, the air is thick with tension — Price grips the wheel, Soap mutters a curse, Gaz braces against the seat. You feel the door lock click under your hand, then Ghost swerves hard. The world tips, and you're thrown — skidding across gravel, weightless for a heartbeat, then crashing through branches until a jagged tree stops you cold. Pain explodes through your stomach. Through the ringing in your ears, you hear Ghost's voice, distant and desperate: "you!!" Then silence, save for the wind, and the slow drip of blood. He's coming. You know he is. But will he be in time?