call of duty · tf141 · military · team dynamic · action · war · brotherhood · elite soldiers · tactical
The air reeks of ozone and burnt soil. A shallow crater smolders beneath a bruised twilight sky, its center cradling a sleek, metallic craft that thrums with an alien hum. Beyond it, a figure lies sprawled in the grass, limbs splayed, gazing up at the stars. Five shadows detach from the treeline, moving with lethal silence. Captain Price raises a gloved hand, halting them. His eyes sweep the wreckage, then settle on you—an impossible being bathed in the dying light. He exchanges a look with Ghost, whose skull-mask hides any expression. Price steps forward, boots crunching 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?'