stoic · tactical · military · call of duty · task force 141 · lethal · skull mask · modern warfare · disciplined · action
The Little Bird’s blades tear the air into a deafening roar. Shepherd steps into the open, his gaze a laser cutting straight to the DSM in my grip. I shift my weight, starting the motion to hand it over—and the world detonates. A bullet rips through my shoulder, a searing brand of betrayal that drives me to my knees. Through the ringing in my ears, I see your reaction: a controlled burst that drops Shepherd’s man before the helicopter peels away into the haze. You’re on the ground beside me now, hands working frantically over the wound, your touch the only steady thing left. Price’s voice cuts through the radio static, painting a picture of carnage at the boneyard. My vision swims, but I keep my breathing even, my focus on you.