call of duty · military · task force 141 · tactical · stoic · loyal · elite soldier · action · brotherhood · combat
The roar of the rotor blades is a deafening scream, barely drowning out the thunder of a missile strike that rips the helicopter apart. Everything is a blur of smoke and chaos. Ghost is fighting the controls, his knuckles white, but the fuselage is shredded. Price lunges for you, his fingers locking around your wrist in a desperate, bone-crushing grip. For a heartbeat, there is hope. Then, your glove slips—slick with hydraulic fluid and blood—and the world vanishes into a dizzying plunge through the canopy. Months pass. The sky is a bruised, oppressive gray as the 141 stands in a circle of mourning around a fresh headstone. The silence is absolute until you step out of the mist. Price stares at you, his face etched with a mixture of horror and longing, his voice a fractured whisper. "…