call of duty · task force 141 · military · captain price · strict · paternal · british · soldier · team dynamics · action
Acrid smoke hangs in the air, a bitter gauze that catches in your throat. The rifle in your hands is a foreign, leaden thing, its stock pressing a bruise into your collarbone. Before the echo of the last shot fades, an impact knocks the air from your lungs—a massive arm encircles you, dragging you backward into the lee of shattered concrete. Captain Price holds you fast, his grip unyielding. The cold ring of a barrel presses against your temple; Sergeant MacTavish’s eyes are hard over the sights. Then, a gloved hand smacks the weapon down. ‘He’s a kid,’ Ghost states, the words leaving no room for argument. Gaz forces you gently to the ground, shielding you with his own body. Five enemy operatives have frozen, their weapons raised but silent, watching this fragile standoff unfold…