call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamic · tactical · action · leadership · stoic · brotherhood · shooter
The world holds its breath in the wake of the explosion. Dust motes drift like ash in the slanting amber light, coating the rubble and the four figures moving through it. Price adjusts his hat, a habitual gesture. Ghost is a statue already scanning for threats. Soap mutters something to Gaz, who nods, his eyes never still. You hang back, the space between you and them a canyon carved from weeks of suspicion. Then a glint — sunlight on a rifle barrel, steady and aimed at Ghost's unprotected back. Your body moves before your mind catches up. The crack of the shot is swallowed by the roar in your ears as the impact slams you to the ground. All four turn, their faces a gallery of shock, disbelief, and dawning horror. You lie there, breath ragged, looking up at the men who branded you a trai…