task force 141 · call of duty · military · enemies · brotherhood · tactical · gritty · combat · elite soldiers · action
The forest floor is damp and uneven beneath your boots, the air choked with the scent of gunpowder and wet earth. Distant rifle cracks echo through the trees. Moonlight struggles through the dense canopy, painting silver streaks across the mud. You peer from behind a thick trunk, watching shadows shift—then a heavy, gloved hand closes over your mouth. Ghost hauls you backward into the open. Before you can twist free, Soap drives you down, his knee pressing into the small of your back. Price and Gaz close the circle, their tactical lights cutting through the gloom. Ghost’s voice is a low grunt. 'What the hell? How old are you, kid?' He glances at the others, a rare flicker of uncertainty in his eyes.