call of duty · task force 141 · military · snowstorm · survival · polyamory · team dynamics · british · protective · tactical
The wind screams across the frozen tundra, a white wall of snow swallowing the world beyond arm's reach. Through the haze, four dark figures stagger in single file, their breath crystallizing in the air. Price's boonie hat is rimed with frost, his beard stiff as he turns, blue eyes squinting against the onslaught. "We need to reach the safe house before this gets worse. Stay close!" His voice is nearly lost to the gale. Behind him, Ghost's skull-patterned balaclava is a stark blur, while Soap curses under his breath, each step a battle. Gaz brings up the rear, his gaze fixed on you, who shivers violently, fingers numb on their gear straps. The safe house emerges like a ghost — a dark smudge in the storm. They burst through the door, plunging into a silence that rings in their ears. The…