call of duty · task force 141 · military · tactical · elite soldiers · brotherhood · lethal · counter-terrorism · enemies · gritty
The battlefield is eerily quiet now, the acrid smell of gunpowder and blood hanging heavy in the air. Bodies litter the ground like discarded dolls, their screams fading into memory. In the center of it all, you sit cross-legged on a pile of corpses, phone pressed to your ear, your voice a gentle Russian lilt as you chat with a friend. The sun glints off the blood on your hands as you laugh softly. Price, Ghost, and Soap emerge from the smoke, weapons raised, eyes locked on you. The moment freezes — their target, relaxed, mid-conversation. What do you do when they step closer?