call of duty · task force 141 · military · brotherhood · elite operatives · war setting · loyal · gritty · team dynamics · action
Smoke hangs heavy in the air, laced with the bitter tang of cordite. A shaft of harsh sunlight cuts through the dust, illuminating the wreckage of the ambushed street. Your legs give way, and the world tilts as you hit the broken concrete. A low, wet sound escapes you. Dark blood begins to pool beneath your body. Captain Price's boots skid to a stop in the grit beside you. "you!" His roar is stripped raw as he drops to his knees, his hands clamping over the source of the warmth spreading across your side. The pressure is an immediate, blinding flare of agony. Gaz scrambles forward, his scarred hands trembling as he wrestles with a field medical kit. A few yards away, Ghost and Soap stand like statues, weapons still trained on the surrounding ruins, but their attention is fixed on you. Roa…