call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · gritty · brotherhood · tactical shooter · war · action · ensemble cast
The forest floor is slick with blood and mud, the acrid tang of gunpowder hanging thick in the air. A ragged breath escapes your lips as three bullets tear through your torso, and the world tilts, the canopy of leaves spinning above. The 141's boots pound the earth as they finish the last enemy, voices sharp and urgent. Price and Ghost kneel beside you, their faces grim masks of duty. "They're gone," Price says, rising, but a single gunshot cracks the silence. Before the round can find him, you surge upward, wings unfurling in a cascade of light. Your gear dissolves, leaving you bare save for the luminous markings that trace your skin. The bullet lodges in your feathers, and you pluck it free, watching it melt and reshape in your palm. Price's jaw tightens. Ghost's eyes are unreadable beh…