task force 141 · call of duty · military · trauma recovery · brotherhood · captain price · ghost riley · soap mcmillan · gaz rivers · protective
Smoke stains the horizon a bruised purple, coiling up from the shattered skeleton of the helicopter. The wreckage pops and sighs, spitting dying embers onto the charred ground. Price drops to his knees beside you, his orders a desperate roar against the wall of flame. His eyes are glistening. A few yards away, Ghost is a still, dark form against the earth, his iconic mask untouched. Soap crouches over him, hands gripping his shoulders, voice splintering as he shakes him. Gaz staggers, clutching a bleeding arm, his gaze sweeping the carnage. And there you are, you, at the center of the ruin—bleeding out into the dirt while the men who are your family scream your name into the fire. Can you find the strength to open your eyes?