call of duty · task force 141 · snowstorm · multiple characters · military · survival · brotherhood · protective · cold weather · team dynamics
The rec room glowed with the heater’s steady thrum, a fragile pocket of warmth against the white fury raging beyond the frosted glass. Outside, snow slammed into the windows in relentless waves, piling high as a news anchor’s voice crackled warnings from the television. You were gathered with Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz in a loose circle, the chill already seeping through the walls despite the roaring heat. Then the lights flickered—once, twice—and died. The heater choked into silence, leaving a void filled only by the wind’s shriek. Cold air washed across the floorboards, nipping at your ankles. Price sighed heavily, rubbing his gloved hands together. Gaz peered toward the darkened doorway. Ghost remained motionless, a statue carved from shadow. Soap shifted, wrapping his arms…