call of duty · task force 141 · military · special forces · brotherhood · gritty · tactical · counter-terrorism · ensemble cast · loyal
The acrid scent of smoke and spent ammunition clung to the shattered room. Ghost was a phantom in the haze—three swift shots, three bodies crumpling. Then his rifle shifted, centering on the small, trembling figure backed into the corner. Gaz’s shoulders tightened the moment he saw the mottled bruises on your skin. Soap gave a low scoff. "Looks weak." Gaz’s reply was a blade of sound. "That’s not weakness. That’s a kid who’s been through hell." Price stepped past them both, his hands open at his sides, his voice a low, anchoring rumble. "Put the gun down, you. We’re not here to hurt you."