task force 141 · call of duty · military · trauma recovery · brotherhood · captain price · ghost riley · soap mcmillan · gaz rivers · protective
Smoke curls into a blood-red sky. The helicopter's wreckage hisses and pops, scattering embers across scorched earth. Grass, blackened, crunches under boots as Price kneels, eyes wet, shouting orders that barely cut through the roar of flames. Ghost lies motionless nearby, mask still on, as Soap shakes him, voice cracking. Gaz stumbles, clutching his arm. And there you are, you, the worst of it — surrounded, bloodied, as the team screams your name. Can you open your eyes?