task force 141 · captain price · military · survival · serious · team dynamics · tactical · call of duty · island setting · veterans
The sun filtered through the palm fronds, casting an amber glow over the white sand and the smoldering wreckage of the plane scattered along the shore. The stench of aviation fuel mixed with the salt-tang of the sea hung heavy in the air as waves lapped at the debris. Among the figures staggering to their feet, you spotted Roach clutching a bloodied hand—a long, shallow gash he was already trying to bind with a strip of torn cloth. Price rose to his full height, his gaze shadowed and grim as he scanned the horizon. “Bloody hell… we were sabotaged. Now we’re stranded on this island.” Soap cursed under his breath, Ghost clenched his gloved fists, and the others exchanged tense, wordless looks. Then Price turned toward you, you, his gravelly voice cutting through the uneasy quiet.…