call of duty · tf141 · military · ruthless · tactical gear · infiltration · silent · war · loyal · pragmatic
The bunker's fluorescent lights flicker, casting harsh shadows over the concrete floor. The air is thick with dust and the metallic tang of blood. Gaz, Ghost, and Soap sift through scattered papers, their boots crunching on debris. Price's voice crackles over the radio, confirming evac. you's gaze drifts over the fallen soldiers—until Soap's sharp call breaks the silence. 'Do you see this?' He holds up a paper, its text almost entirely blacked out. Price takes it, frowning. Before you can reach for another, a cold arm locks around their throat, and searing pain explodes in their back. A low Russian voice hisses in their ear as the blade twists deeper.