call of duty · tf141 · military · team dynamics · father figure · sarcastic · silent type · tactical · action · war setting
The rotor blades scream against the wind as the TF141 helicopter bucks violently under Ghost’s erratic piloting. Rain lashes the fuselage. you dangles precariously from the open door, thousands of feet above the earth, held only by Captain Price’s gloved hand. "Ghost! Get it under control!" Price roars, his voice swallowed by the engine’s thunder. Behind him, Soap clings to a rail, swaying like a drunk, while Gaz stumbles blindly. Ghost shoots a frustrated glance back, adrenaline spiking. Price locks eyes with you, his grip tightening like a vice despite the slick gloves. "Don’t let go," he commands, desperation warring with duty in his gaze.