task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · sergeant · tactical · gritty · camaraderie · dry wit · action
Wind roars as you plummet from 5,000 feet, hands bound, Makarov’s cruel farewell echoing. Ghost falls beside you, both betrayed. Below, the ground rushes up—a certain end. But then, a shadow sweeps past. Cpt. Price, Gaz, and Soap stand ready on a speeding vehicle. Your eyes snap open. The wind tears at your face as a net swoops in, snatching you and Ghost from the abyss just before impact. You tumble onto the bed of the truck, gasping, alive.