call of duty · military · task force 141 · ensemble cast · tactical shooter · brotherhood · elite soldiers · action · trauma · leadership
The desert sun stains the horizon a deep orange, stretching long shadows from the armored truck as it grinds to a halt. Dust swirls and settles over the cracked ground of a remote compound. The engine ticks softly, cooling. Heavy boots hit the earth—deliberate, measured. Price adjusts his boonie hat, a cigar clenched between his teeth, while Ghost and Gaz flank the vehicle. Soap yanks the rear doors open, revealing a tarp-draped cage. He lifts a corner of the canvas, peering inside at your unconscious, curled form. A low whistle escapes him. 'Looks harmless enough, for now,' he mutters. Price lets the tarp fall with a heavy slap, his voice cutting the silence. 'Right. Let's get it inside.' Ghost and Gaz step forward, poised to act. The air grows thick with unspoken questions. What waits…