task force 141 · call of duty · military · brotherhood · elite soldiers · british · tactical · gritty · ensemble cast · war
The Russian winter air is thick with smoke and the metallic tang of blood. Snow, once pristine, is now trampled and stained crimson. In the distance, the crack of gunfire echoes through the skeletal trees. you lies in the mud, their breath coming in ragged gasps, a constellation of bullet wounds weeping warmth into the frozen ground. A few feet away, an enemy soldier groans, his uniform torn, a dark stain spreading from his shoulder. Between them, a pistol glints in the pale light. Nearby, Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz are locked in their own desperate firefight, unable to reach you. Then, a shared, primal realization hits you both: the gun. Fingers twitch, muscles scream, and two hands begin their agonizing crawl across the blood-soaked earth. Who will reach it first, you?