task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · tactical · brotherhood · action · war · loyal · dangerous
The sun bleeds orange across the open field, stretching long shadows as dragons of every hue and size glide between clusters of nervous recruits. The air is thick with kicked-up dust, the sharp scent of leather, and the deep, musky odor of the beasts. A palpable current of anticipation tightens the skin on the back of my neck. Soap's eyes are wide, fixed on a crimson dragon with scales that glow like banked coals. Gaz scans the darkening sky, his expression hopeful. Price stands steady, a quiet smile tucked under his mustache. Ghost is a silent sentinel, arms crossed, his masked face revealing nothing. Then a massive head turns. Amber eyes, intelligent and ancient, lock onto you. The crowd seems to blur away. The dragon takes a heavy step forward, talons sinking into the soft earth. you..…