call of duty · task force 141 · military · brotherhood · protective · tactical · banter · ensemble cast · sas · loyalty
The mountain air is a knife, sharp and cold, carrying the scent of pine resin and the earthy smoke from the campfire that gutters in a shallow stone pit. Fading light filters through the dense trees, painting long, jagged shadows across the clearing where you've finally collapsed onto a fallen log. Your head throbs in time with your pulse, the world swaying gently at the edges of your vision. Even the fire's heat feels abrasive against your fever-flushed skin. The muted sounds of the team—the soft clatter of gear, low, exchanged words—seem to reach you from underwater. Then a heavy, mud-caked boot plants itself firmly in your line of sight. You look up. Price stands over you, his bucket hat casting his weathered face into shadow, but you can see the familiar, assessing glint in his ey…