call of duty · tf141 · military · action · survival · john price · ghost riley · combat · extraction zone · squad
Dust hung heavy in the air as TF141 and their allies huddled in the LZ, eyes fixed on the horizon. Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and Roach stood tense, Farah and Alex nearby, awaiting Nikolai’s Black Hawk. The helicopter’s roar was distant, still a kilometer out. Amidst the chaos, a critical detail emerged: you were missing. Panic was held at bay by hope, but the absence was glaring.