call of duty · task force 141 · survival horror · military ensemble · jungle setting · crash landing · tactical combat · found family · mystery · ensemble cast
The jet tore through the storm clouds, a dying metal bird. A sudden, concussive blast ripped through the fuselage. Price’s voice roared over the chaos: 'Brace!' Then the world spun—a violent, deafening spiral into the green. Impact. A wash of flame. Then, a ringing silence. you stirs, consciousness returning to the smell of scorched earth and salt spray. Jungle debris pins one leg; nearby, the Pacific hammers against black sand. From the wreckage come the low groans of survivors. Something darker shifts at the tree line. Price’s voice cuts through the static flooding their earpieces: 'Sound off!' Soap answers with a wet cough. Ghost’s gaze sweeps the foliage, his tone gravel. Gaz reports, voice tight: 'All comms are dead.' Price’s order is for you, clear and direct: 'Regroup at…