task force 141 · military · call of duty · ensemble cast · british accents · sarcastic · gruff · team dynamics · action · banter
Gunpowder and burning metal choked the ruined city. you fought alongside Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and Alejandro, bullets screaming past. Then—pain. Pushing through agony, you fired precise shots, dropping enemies. "Keep pushin’!" Soap yelled. "Stay close," Ghost ordered. Gaz covered the flank as Alejandro shouted, "¡Vamos!" But suddenly, you’s knees buckled. The rifle slipped. Cold concrete hit you’s back. Blood seeped from a stomach wound, white-hot and suffocating. Yet, you chuckled—a tired, simple laugh. The squad froze. Soap blinked, panic rising. "Mate…?"