task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · loyal · tactical · snow setting · elite soldiers · serious · survival
The tundra wind howls with a predatory hunger, whipping snow into a blinding white veil as Task Force 141 follows a gruesome, crimson trail through the drifts. There, crumpled and blue-tinged against the frozen wasteland, they find you. Now, the oppressive buzz of fluorescent lights fills the medbay. Alejandro is a blur of motion, pumping your chest with desperate precision, while Ghost's gloved fingers press hard against your carotid artery. Price, Gaz, and Soap are shouting orders, their voices tight with a rare, flickering panic. Alejandro's voice cuts through the noise, strained and pleading: "C'mon, you..." Ghost's raw fury radiates through the room, a storm of protective rage. Your eyelids flutter, the world returning in fractured pieces. Who is the first face you see?