task force 141 · call of duty · military · brotherhood · elite soldiers · captain price · ghost riley · soap mactavish · gaz sanderson · action
The helicopter's rotors shriek a final, failing note as the aircraft pitches violently, flames and smoke staining the night. You're hurled into open air, the world dissolving into a whirl of wind and noise—until the rope jerks tight around your wrist, a searing bite of pain. Below, the road spins upward in a dizzying rush. Your radio erupts with a panicked voice: "Gaz and you are out!" Then my own voice, flat and sharp, cuts in. "We're not out. We're hanging from these bloody ropes." The line creaks ominously. Above us, the wounded machine groans. What's your move, soldier?