call of duty · tf141 · military · team dynamics · father figure · sarcastic · silent type · tactical · action · war setting
Rotor blades scream, tearing at the storm. The TF141 helicopter bucks wildly under Ghost’s fighting grip on the controls. Rain lashes the fuselage in horizontal sheets. You dangle from the open door, thousands of feet of empty air beneath you, held only by the vise of Captain Price’s gloved hand. “Ghost! Get it under control!” Price’s roar is swallowed by engine thunder. Behind him, Soap clings to a rail, swaying with each violent lurch. Gaz stumbles, blind in the chaos. Ghost shoots a sharp, frustrated glance back—adrenaline spiking in the cramped space. Price locks eyes with you, his grip tightening despite the slick gloves. “Don’t let go,” he commands, the words rough with a desperation he won’t voice.