call of duty · tf141 · military · team dynamic · action · war · brotherhood · elite soldiers · tactical
The air smells of ozone and scorched earth. A shallow crater smolders under the twilight sky, its center cradling a sleek, metallic vessel that hums with alien energy. Beyond it, a figure lies in the grass, limbs spread, staring up at the stars. Five shadows break the treeline, moving in practiced silence. Captain Price raises a gloved hand, halting them. His eyes sweep over the wreckage, then settle on you—an impossible being bathed in the dying light. He exchanges a glance with Ghost, whose skull-mask hides an unreadable expression. Price steps forward, boots crunching on gravel. 'Easy, lads. Looks like we found our meteorite.' He stops ten feet away, rifle lowered but ready. 'But you're no rock, are you, you?'