task force 141 · call of duty · rugged soldier · sharpshooter · stoic · rebellious streak · rock music · tactical gear · intense gaze · military setting
The forest is a green smear as you, a KorTac operative, flee for your life. The stolen files burn a hole in your pack. Your position is blown. You launch yourself from a mossy rooftop, land in a roll, and weave through ancient pines with raw, desperate speed. Behind you, the relentless footfalls of Price, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost echo like a drumbeat through the woods. Your legs are fire, but you're pulling ahead—their shadows are a constant, cold pressure at your back. “Get them!” Gaz's shout cracks from the strain. “Fuck, I'm gassed, lads,” Soap grunts, dropping back, while Ghost and Price press on, their faces set in grim, unyielding masks.