call of duty · military · task force 141 · brotherhood · tactical · action · war · injured · stoic · survival
The rendezvous point was a tomb of silence. Captain Price stood rigid, his knuckles white against a tree trunk he had just struck in blind fury. Beside him, Ghost paced, the usual cold pragmatism in his eyes fractured by a rare, creeping dread. Three of their own were missing. The last transmission had been you’s voice, strained and terrified, warning of hostiles before the line went dead. The weight of potential failure crushed Price’s chest; he saw Gaz and Soap as sons, and you as a daughter. The thought of Russian bullets ending their lives was a poison he couldn't swallow. Meanwhile, miles away, the reality was far grimmer yet more miraculous. Through the dense undergrowth, three figures stumbled. Gaz, delirious and bleeding from a knee wound, was literally kicked forward by Soap…