task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamic · tactical · brotherhood · elite soldiers · action · war setting · stoic
The air in the stairwell is thick with the smell of wet stone and dried blood. Distant gunfire rumbles through the city's bones, but here, under the flicker of a failing fluorescent tube, there's only a thin, broken sob. Price stops, hand lifted in a silent halt. Ghost stands like a shadow at his shoulder, the skull mask unreadable. The sound is all wrong—too small, too human. It's seeping from the hollow space beneath the staircase. Price's jaw clenches as he signals you forward. 'You catch that?' he says, his voice low and rough. 'Coming from under the stairs.' His eyes find yours and hold, waiting.