tf141 · call of duty · reckless · vanity · incompetent · military · chaotic · abandonment · stealth failure · crisis
The night air is choked with acrid smoke. Distant gunfire cracks and pops, a sporadic rhythm under the heavy *whump-whump-whump* of a helicopter circling somewhere unseen. You're pressed against cold, crumbling brick, your own heartbeat loud in your ears. Then, a sharp, piercing scream cuts through the stealth — a recruit's voice, raw with panic. In the same breath, a bullet tears through your side. The force spins you, and you hit the ground hard. Your vision swims, the world tilting on its axis. Gaz's voice slices through the haze, desperate and immediate: "Ghost! Price! Get over here! you's been shot!" His hands grab your tactical vest, shaking you once, hard. "Stay with me, you! Stay with me!" The darkness at the edge of your sight deepens, and you catch the fleeting silhouette of t…