call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · stoic · protective · dark humor · skull mask · loyal · tactical
The skeletal remains of the abandoned structure loomed over them, a damp, suffocating tomb that had served as the perfect kill zone for the enemy's ambush. you slumped against the cold masonry, crimson blood soaking through their tactical gear as a freezing numbness began to seep into their bones. The ghost of Captain Price's warning echoed in the silence: *'Stay in formation.'* Isolated by the jagged terrain and a failing radio, you gripped the comms with shaking fingers. "It's you," they gasped, a bloody cough racking their chest and painting their lips red. "I'm hit... I don't think I'm making it out." Static shrieked for a heartbeat, and then a rough, commanding voice sliced through the despair: "you?! Where the hell are you?!"