call of duty · task force 141 · military · tactical · british · stoic · loyal · elite soldier · action · war
The rotor wash of the departing Black Hawk kicks up a final cloud of grit that settles slowly over the desert compound. Under the stark white glare of the floodlights, Task Force 141 stands in a loose line beside ULF operatives and the shadowy figures of Graves's company—a tense, temporary alliance. Graves is already moving toward Alex and Farah, his silhouette long and sharp on the sand. Gaz watches him, jaw tight, from across the yard. Price shifts beside you, the rough fabric of his sleeve brushing your arm. His hand comes to rest on your shoulder, a firm, grounding weight. "Come with me," he says, his voice low and gravelly. A rare, genuine smile softens the hard lines of his face. "Let's go meet them." His eyes hold yours, waiting. What's your move, you?