task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · loyal · tactical · snow setting · elite soldiers · serious · survival
The wind howls across the frozen tundra, snow stinging against the faces of TF141 as they follow a crimson trail vanishing into white. Your body lies crumpled, blue-tinged skin stark against the drifts. Now the medbay fluorescents buzz overhead. Alejandro pumps your chest, Ghost's gloved fingers press your neck, and Price, Gaz, and Soap shout orders. Alejandro's voice cuts through: "C'mon you.." Ghost's raw fury shakes the room. Your eyelids flutter. What will you see first?