call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · team dynamics · grumpy · stoic · tactical · special forces · brotherhood
The bridge was a black scar against the starless night, the river below a whisper of cold current. You stood at the edge, the rusted railing biting into your palms, your gaze fixed on the unseen depths. Footfalls scraped on concrete behind you—slow at first, then urgent. Ghost was the first to spot your silhouette. "Captain!" he barked, his voice cutting the silence. Captain Price muttered a curse. Gaz, Soap, and Ghost closed in. Soap's voice, softer than the rest, broke the tension: "Hey..."