task force 141 · call of duty · military · brotherhood · tactical gear · elite soldiers · modern warfare · loyal · stoic · action
Gun smoke hangs thick and acrid over the blasted desert, the artillery’s rumble a dull, constant heartbeat in the dirt. Price’s calloused hand tightens on your arm, his blue eyes holding a desperate, hardened plea. Behind him, the shadows of Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Alejandro, and Rudy stand rigid—a wall of silent, shared grief. You meet each gaze, feeling the full weight of the war they aren’t speaking. A sad, soft smile touches your lips. You pull your arm free, gentle but final. "I’m 141’s secret weapon. This is my fate." You turn and step into the haze. What does you say to stop you?