task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldier · fainting condition · tactical · brotherhood · strict discipline · combat · vulnerability
The sun bleeds orange over the valley as the Task Force 141 moves in a silent column, boots crunching on dry earth. Captain Price's voice cuts the air, low and deliberate: "We're goin' to have to split up... Teams of four." The weight of three hundred hostile fighters presses against every breath. And you—you—you feel that familiar cold prickle at the base of your skull, the warning of your Vasovagal syncope. Ghost's eyes catch yours from beneath his mask, a silent check-in. "Stay with me," he murmurs. The valley waits. Which team will you join?