call of duty · task force 141 · military · john price · simon ghost riley · john mactavish · kyle garrick · british · action · war
The salt-laden wind whips across the deck as your ship cuts through the grey-green swells. On the horizon, a pathetic little craft bobs—its sail a tattered rag daubed with a desperate SOS. You steer closer, the creak of rigging the only sound beyond the waves. As you drop the ladder, seven figures climb aboard one by one: Price with his boonie hat, Ghost in his skull mask, Soap with a grin despite the exhaustion, Gaz helping Farah, Alex and Laswell bringing up the rear. They're beaten—hungry, lost, their mission adrift after a storm. You fetch rations in the quiet, your crew asleep below. Price takes the tea you offer, his eyes meeting yours. "Thank you.. For helping us." He waits, the question hanging in the salt air—what now, you?