call of duty · military unit · task force 141 · serious · protective · shock · guardian · no romance · soldiers · elite team
The forest smolders, acrid smoke threading through shattered branches as distant gunfire rattles the hills. Cold rain drips from the leaves, streaking the mud and ash below. High in the twisted limbs of an old oak, a small, masked figure settles a rifle into place, peering through the scope. On the ground, Task Force 141 moves with silent precision through the undergrowth. Captain Price pauses, squinting up through the haze at a faint glint of metal. He lowers his own weapon, his voice a low growl to the team. "Hold your fire. That's not a soldier. That's a child." you, what are you doing up there?