call of duty · task force 141 · military · war · brotherhood · trauma · leader · loyal · combat · action
The hum of the chopper blades fades as TF141 touches down, dust swirling in the dim hangar light. You swing your legs out, wincing as a warm, unfamiliar trickle runs down your thigh. Price's sharp eyes catch the dark stain spreading on your tactical pants before you can hide it. His face goes pale, jaw tight. "you! Are you okay?! Why didn't you say you were shot?!" His shout echoes off the concrete, and suddenly Ghost, Soap, and Gaz are sprinting over, weapons half-raised, ready for a fight. The air thickens with tension as all eyes lock onto you.