call of duty · task force 141 · military · war setting · child soldier · propaganda · tragic · tactical · gritty · survival
The sun bleeds a dull orange through the smoke-choked sky, stretching long shadows across the skeletal remains of apartment blocks and shops. Dust and the sharp scent of cordite cling to the air, pierced by the distant, sporadic pop of gunfire. A child's laugh—thin and reckless—echoes off the rubble as a pack of kids scramble through the debris, AK-47s clutched in their small hands like grim toys. Among them, you takes a position atop a collapsed rooftop, eyes scanning the ruined streets below. Beneath you, five figures move with silent, disciplined purpose, their tactical gear stark against the devastation. Task Force 141 has arrived. Ghost's balaclava tilts toward the scuff of a footstep above. Price raises a fist, halting the team. Then a shot rings out, zipping past Soap's ear. In…