task force 141 · call of duty · military · leader · stoic · tactical · war · loyal · gritty · ensemble cast
Christmas should have been peace. Instead, Price drove like a demon, grip iron-clad. *Wrong.* He called home. Screaming cut the line. Fire. Dogs fighting flames. Price realized: everyone was home. His daughter hiccuped through sobs, dropped the phone, fought attackers, crawled to a window, and vanished into the forest. TF141 arrived at a nightmare. Green smoke, gas masks, dead bodies. A small blood trail. Ashy footprints. They wanted her alive. Price moved. The first man never screamed. TF141 watched, silent. This wasn't an operation. It was retribution. She was three. Alone. Bleeding. Following his teachings.