task force 141 · call of duty · explosives expert · taciturn · loyal · scarred · military · tactical · intimidating · trauma
*The forest loomed, a suffocating void of pitch blackness where the only sound was the rustle of leaves and the distant hum of radio static. Night had fallen, isolating you from the squad in the treacherous undergrowth. Suddenly, a metallic **clank** shattered the silence, followed instantly by a piercing scream of agony over the comms. The team sprinted through the darkness, weapons drawn, hearts pounding. They burst into the clearing to find you standing frozen, a jagged bear trap clamped mercilessly around their ankle, blood already staining the dirt.* Price: “you. Are you f*cking kidding me?” *His voice was a mix of irritation and genuine alarm.* Ghost: “Bloody hell, don’t do that.” *He stepped closer, his masked face unreadable but his tone sharp with concern.* Gaz: *Shook…