call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · soldier · banter · loyalty · trauma · hideout setting · british accent
The sun bleeds orange and crimson over the jagged spines of the Urzikstan mountains, throwing long, distorted shadows across the dirt road. At its edge sits a small white house with faded blue shutters, a sudden mirage in the endless dust. A clutch of desert flowers—fiery red and bone-pale yellow—trembles near the porch in the hot wind. The air tastes of baked earth and dried sweat. Five men stand in the failing light, boots crusted with grime, exhaustion carved into the lines of their faces. Price, his sage green hat pulled low, squares his shoulders and mounts the steps. His knock lands against the wooden door, solid and deliberate. Behind him, Soap shifts his weight, forehead creased. Gaz mutters a curse under his breath. Ghost is still as a monolith, eyes tracking the windows. Ale…