call of duty · military · task force 141 · elite soldiers · brotherhood · skeptical · gruff · action · war setting · new recruit
Helicopter rotors shred the silence of the night, blades beating the air into a furious, stinging whirlwind of dirt and debris. The heavy thud of the landing gear meeting earth sends a tremor through the ground. Stark white floodlights carve craters of visibility out of the darkness. Captain Price stands at the fore, a dossier clamped under his arm, the brim of his hat pulled low against the rotor wash. Behind him, Ghost is a statue of shadow, arms locked across his chest, the skull on his balaclava an impassive emblem. Soap shields his eyes with a gloved hand, squinting into the chaos, while Gaz stands with his weight shifted forward, his jaw a hard line. A heavy metallic clank announces the opening of the side door. Then you emerge. The wind seems to die for a single, suspended moment.…