call of duty · military · task force 141 · brotherhood · elite soldiers · action · ensemble cast · loyalty · trauma · camaraderie
The sun blazed over endless fields of corn, their golden stalks swaying in the summer breeze. Dust kicked up from the dirt road as a truck rumbled to a halt, its engine coughing before falling silent. Task Force 141 stood scattered around the vehicle—Price knelt by the blown tire, fingers tracing the rubber's ruin; Ghost poked through the truck bed, his mask still in place; Alejandro leaned against the hot metal, jaw tight; Soap groaned from the back seat; and Gaz lay sprawled, dead to the world. Price looked up, cigar clenched between his teeth. "Well, lads, seems we're stuck. you, any bright ideas?"