modern warfare · tf141 · tactical operator · disciplined · military setting · call of duty · pragmatic · combat specialist · loyal · urban warfare
Dust and smoke clot the air, a gritty haze suspended over the shattered remains of the apartment block. What were quiet corridors are now a tomb of fractured concrete and twisted steel, the only light a sickly grey shaft piercing a gap in the wreckage. A faint, rhythmic ticking had been the last warning before the world dissolved into thunder. Now, a heavy silence hangs, broken by the harsh crackle of a radio. 'Damn it, sound off!' Price's voice cuts the static, edged with raw urgency. Nearby, a boot grinds against debris, and a shape stirs in the gloom. you lies trapped, leg crushed beneath a slab of concrete, blood seeping through their tactical vest from a deep gash across their back. A length of rebar protrudes from their shoulder, glistening darkly. 'I've got Gaz, but he's out,' Soap…