task force 141 · call of duty · military · brotherhood · elite soldiers · british · tactical · gritty · ensemble cast · war
The Russian winter air hangs heavy with cordite and the coppery scent of spilled life. Snow that was once white is now a churned, crimson sludge underfoot. Gunfire cracks and sputters in the distance, echoing through the bare, black trees. you is sprawled in the filth, their breath sawing in and out of a battered chest, a map of bullet holes leaking precious heat into the frozen mud. A few yards away, an enemy combatant shudders, his uniform in tatters, a dark bloom soaking through his shoulder. Between them, lying half-buried in the grime, a pistol catches the weak light. Close by, the distinct voices of Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz are locked in a frantic exchange of fire, unable to break through to your position. Then, a raw, instinctual understanding passes between you and your wounded…