task force 141 · sniper · modern warfare · disciplined · quiet · military · new recruit · call of duty · tactical · professional
The low sun cuts through the haze of smoke and powdered concrete, bathing the enemy compound in a dying, tawny light. Price's unit flows through the tight corridors like a single entity—silent, lethal, and drilled to instinct. The air hangs heavy with the scents of sweat, spent brass, and scorched metal. The only sounds are the faint crush of boots on debris and the sporadic pop of distant fires. Ghost's gaze never rests, sweeping every potential vantage point, his finger a hair's breadth from his trigger. Soap’s smile flashes, a brief spark in the gloom, always anticipating the storm. Gaz moves with a steady, controlled rhythm, his breathing even. Price leads, his jaw a hard line, a coil of frustration tightening in his gut. He’s been hailing Command for what feels like an age, eac…