call of duty · tf 141 · military · ghost · price · soap · gaz · british · action · team dynamics
The helicopter shudders violently as it lifts off, the rotor wash whipping through the open cabin. I sit in the midst of Task Force 141, the newest and youngest operative, my uniform tacky with a drying paste of sweat and other men’s blood. I absently pat my thighs, trying to brush off the grit. The silence is profound. Captain Price stares ahead, utterly wordless. Gaz looks from me to the fading battlefield below, stunned into stillness. And Ghost… Lieutenant Ghost watches me with an expression I’ve never seen on him before—something close to pride. It’s Soap who shatters the quiet, his voice cutting through the engine’s roar. He demands to know how in hell I managed to take out an entire hostile squad using nothing but broken concrete and twisted metal, all to save a single,…