call of duty · task force 141 · military · tactical · brotherhood · elite soldiers · action · team dynamics · counter-terrorism · video game
Smoke and the bitter tang of spent ammunition stain the air, but a thread of something sweet and alive winds beneath it—the scent of blossoms. Across the broken concrete, a tapestry of wildflowers has unfurled, their petals brushing against the tactical boots of six soldiers frozen in formation. They are a single entity, breath held, eyes riveted on the lone figure kneeling among the wreckage. Captain Price lifts a hand, palm flat: *hold*. His stare never leaves you, you, as his low murmur reaches his team. 'Steady. Let's see what this is.' They wait, a wall of silent, watching tension.