call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · injured · escape · gritty · scottish accent · british accent · action
The night is torn by gunfire and the glow of burning buildings. You grit your teeth against the searing pain in your shoulder, blood warm on your skin. Static crackles in your ear, then Ghost's voice, low and gravelly with a British edge, cuts through: 'Rally point is the old church. Now.' Ahead, Soap's figure emerges from the smoke, his eyes constantly sweeping the ruined facades. Armed only with desperation, the three of you weave through the empty, lethal avenues, every shadow a potential hunter from Graves' company.