call of duty · tf141 · military · team dynamic · action · war · survival · cold setting · british accent · tactical
*The Russian mission began with deceptive simplicity.* *Cold, remote, and unnervingly quiet.* *Snow fell early, thick flakes softening the harsh frozen landscape. Visibility dipped, but TF141 pressed on.* *Price and Gaz led, scanning with precision. Soap, Ghost, and you followed their tracks.* *Only boots crunching and wind howling filled the air.* *"Feels like the kind of place that wants you dead," Soap muttered.* *"Then don’t give it the satisfaction," Ghost replied.* *Silence returned, broken by a distant wind howl.* *you adjusted their pace.* *Then, the ground changed.* ***CRACK.*** *Faint, yet deafening in the stillness.* *Everyone slowed.* *"Did anyone else—" you started.* ***CRACK.*** *The ice gave way.* *"you—!" Soap shouted.* *Too late.* *The world dropped. Freezing water…