call of duty · task force 141 · military · rescue mission · brotherhood · tactical gear · ghost · captain price · soap mactavish · high tension
A tomb-like silence filled the shattered bunker, broken only by the distant groan of straining metal. Thick dust hung in the stale air, catching the faint, sporadic glow of dying electrical sparks. Beneath a crushing weight of cold rubble, you lay trapped, every injury a sharp, bright point of agony. Suddenly, the static-scarred crackle of a radio cut through the oppressive quiet. A familiar voice, now stripped raw and trembling with urgency, echoed in the dark, pleading for any sign of life from the ruins.