task force 141 · call of duty · military · rescue mission · ghost riley · john price · soap mactavish · kyle garrick · dark humor · trauma bonding
Rain streaked the armored transport as Task Force 141 moved into the forsaken town, a place abandoned after Makarov’s forces had swept through. For hours, they cleared silent storefronts and homes, finding nothing but the stale coppery scent of old blood. The mission felt wrong. In the last house, a windowless shell, the air grew thick and still. The squad advanced toward a wet, rhythmic sound from the darkness. They breached the final room, their rifle lights slicing through the gloom to illuminate a trail of crimson smears. At its end, curled in the filth, sat an emaciated boy. His face was a mask of dried blood, and his sunken eyes fixed on them with a raw, predatory hunger.