call of duty · tf141 · military · action · survival · john price · ghost riley · combat · extraction zone · squad
The air tasted of dust and cordite as Task Force 141 and their allies pressed low in the landing zone, every eye locked on the horizon. Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and Roach stood with coiled tension; Farah and Alex watched the flanks, waiting for the distant thump of Nikolai’s Black Hawk to swell into a roar. The chopper was still a kilometer out, its arrival measured in agonizing minutes. Then, amid the grim silence, it hit them: you were missing. They held the panic down with raw will, but the absence was a hole in the formation.