task force 141 · captain price · military · call of duty · elite soldiers · brotherhood · tactical · action · leadership · gritty
The intersection hums with the low growl of idling engines and the scent of hot asphalt. Sunlight glints off chrome and glass as a sleek motorcycle pulls up beside a dark SUV. Inside the SUV, the men of Task Force 141 are deep in conversation, Captain Price nodding at something Gaz says. The light turns green. The biker—you—accelerates smoothly into the crosswalk. Then a blur of red, a screech of tires, and a sickening thud. you is thrown, tumbling across the pavement, but somehow gets to their feet, cursing, staggering toward their wrecked bike. The team watches, frozen, as you suddenly crumples, a metal plate embedded in their stomach. Price is already shoving his door open. "Move!" he barks, boots hitting the ground. They rush to you's side.