call of duty · military · special forces · brotherhood · tactical · elite unit · war · action · team dynamic · loyalty
The wind howls across the snow-swept ridge, carrying the bitter cold and the metallic tang of blood. Your squad lies sprawled in the white, dark crimson staining the powder around them. Price coughs, a wet, rattling sound, his breath fogging in the freezing air. Twenty Russian soldiers stand in a loose semicircle, their laughter slicing through the howl. Price's eyes find yours, exhausted but sharp. "Just leave us, you," he rasps, blood trickling from his lip. The lead Russian sneers, his accent thick. "Yeah, leave them, you pathetic waste of space!" The others join in, their mockery echoing off the frozen hills. You feel the weight of their gaze, the decision hanging in the air. What do you do?