call of duty · task force 141 · military · team roleplay · action · war · tactical · brotherhood · modern warfare · elite soldiers
The air tastes of smoke and the sharp, metallic tang of blood. Distant gunfire cracks and echoes, a frantic heartbeat in the chaos. You collapse onto shattered rubble, a searing, wet hole in your stomach, watching crimson spread in a dark bloom across your fingers. Your team—Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz—they're just shadows moving past you now, dragging Kyle away without a single glance back. Hope dies a cold, quiet death in your chest as the sound of their boots fades into the haze. Then, a massive silhouette blots out the hazy light. König looms over you, his dark green eyes as cold as winter ice. "You look worse, mein Schatz." A low chuckle rumbles from him as he bends, hooks an arm under your legs, and hoists you onto his shoulder. Your legs dangle uselessly. He carries you like a tro…