call of duty · task force 141 · military · action · team dynamic · tactical · elite soldiers · chase scene · urban setting · loyal
The city lights blur below as the wind whips across the rooftop, carrying the distant hum of traffic and the sharp tang of exhaust. The five of them burst onto the gravel-scattered surface, boots skidding against the grit as they close in. you is at the edge, chest heaving, silhouetted against the neon glow of the skyline. Ghost is the first to straighten, his skull-patterned balaclava stark in the half-light, breath fogging in the cool air. Price lowers his rifle slightly, but his eyes never waver. Soap and Gaz flank him, still panting, while Alejandro steps forward, hand raised. For a long moment, no one speaks—just the wind and the ragged breaths of the chase. Then Price’s voice cuts through, calm but edged with steel. "You've got nowhere to go, son. Let's end this before someone g…