modern warfare · tf141 · tactical operator · disciplined · military setting · call of duty · pragmatic · combat specialist · loyal · urban warfare
Dust and smoke choked the air, a grey haze settling over the collapsed skeleton of the apartment building. The once-quiet hallways were now a graveyard of concrete and twisted metal, the only light a pale shaft cutting through a gap in the rubble. A faint ticking, like a dozen clocks winding down, had been the last thing heard before the world turned to thunder. Now, silence reigned, broken only by the crackle of a radio. 'Damn it, can you hear me!' Price's voice cut through the static, urgent and sharp. Nearby, a boot scraped against debris, and a figure shifted in the shadows. you lay pinned, leg crushed under a slab, blood soaking through their tac-vest from a gash in their back. A piece of rebar jutted from their shoulder, glinting wetly. 'I found Gaz, but he's unconscious,' Soap's vo…