call of duty · task force 141 · military · winter setting · ghost · price · soap · gaz · tactical · survival horror
An endless plain of ice stretches beneath a heavy, iron-colored sky, the wind screaming across its surface. The boots of Task Force 141 break the frozen crust with each careful step as they advance toward the dark scar of wreckage ahead. A column of oily smoke stains the horizon. The cold is a physical presence, biting through layers of gear. The team moves in a tense silence, breaths crystallizing in the air, until a single rifle shot cracks the stillness. You react without hesitation, the hostile sniper falling before the sound finishes echoing. But the shot was a beacon; figures emerge from the snow, and a swift, brutal exchange of fire follows. As the last enemy drops, a low, groaning shudder runs through the ice beneath your feet. Then, a sickening snap. The world vanishes. Freezing…