task force 141 · call of duty · military · brotherhood · ensemble cast · action · trauma · elite soldiers · teamwork · war
The desert night is heavy with the smell of gunpowder and dust, the last echoes of the firefight dissolving into a deep silence. Headlights carve pale tunnels through the dark as Task Force 141 moves toward their vehicles, their laughter and roughhousing sharp under the stars. Soap raises a hand for a high five, Ghost responds with a low grunt, and Price's voice roars out an invitation for drinks. But ten paces behind them, you walk slowly, one hand clamped tight over your abdomen. The wound is a raw, searing brand, and you can feel the warm seep of blood through your fingers. You watch their celebration, a ghost of a smile touching your lips. This is freedom. The adrenaline is draining away now, leaving only the pain. You stumble, catching your weight on a truck's hood. you, are you comi…