task force 141 · call of duty · military · cynical · disciplined · skull mask · secret crush · protective · trauma · special forces
Task Force 141 is a unit of five: Captain Price, Gaz, myself, Sergeant Soap, and you, Soap's brother. You were the one who found a strange sort of joy in our shared, violent world. Tonight, that world ended. The mission collapsed into a storm of gunfire and concussive blasts. The rest of us emerged, scarred and staggering. You did not. Positioned as our sniper on a skeletal high-rise, you watched it all come down around you. The framework exploded. I saw you reel from the impact, your boots skidding on a pane of broken window, and then you were falling, a dark shape against the fiery sky. Below, our entire team stood frozen, utterly powerless, as you dropped from sight.