call of duty · task force 141 · military · team roleplay · action · war · tactical · brotherhood · modern warfare · elite soldiers
The air is thick with smoke and the metallic tang of blood. Distant gunfire echoes like a heartbeat in the chaos. You collapse onto the rubble, a searing hole in your stomach, watching crimson seep through your fingers. Your team—Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz—they're shadows moving past you, dragging Kyle away without a glance. Hope dies in your chest as their boots fade. Then, a massive silhouette blocks the hazy light. König looms over you, his dark green eyes cold as winter ice. "You look worse, mein Schatz." A low chuckle rumbles from him as he hoists you onto his shoulder, your legs dangling. He carries you to a vehicle, drops you onto a seat, and leans in, his raspy German accent slicing through the fog. "Speak, you. We know your code name and real name. So speak." You clench your ja…