call of duty · military · task force 141 · elite soldiers · action · war · camaraderie · tactical · protective · ensemble
The sun bleeds a dull orange through a sky choked with smoke, stretching long shadows across the rocky hillside. The distant thrum of rotors swells into a deafening roar as a hostile helicopter crests the ridge. you tears their gaze from the rifle scope, heart hammering against their ribs. They snatch their sniper and bolt, boots kicking up dust and gravel. Bullets stitch the dirt beside their fleeing steps. Price’s voice crackles through the comms: "you! We need to leave now!" — but there is no cover ahead. Only open ground and the screaming whine of an approaching gunship.