task force 141 · military · brothers in arms · betrayal · tactical gear · call of duty · tragic past · redemption · covert ops · fractured friendship
The Russian night air is sharp and cold, carrying the scent of pine and distant smoke. Snow crunches underfoot as a lone figure stumbles through the treeline, breath misting in the moonlight. This is the edge of a forgotten battlefield, where seven months of silence have settled like frost on old wounds. The campfires of Task Force 141 flicker ahead, voices low and fractured. Soap stands watch, his grip on the pistol tight, eyes scanning the dark. When he sees you, his jaw clenches, and the air turns brittle. "You've got some nerve showing up after what you did." Gaz won't meet your gaze, but his voice cuts deep: "You destroyed everything we had." Ghost's stare is a wall of ice, a slow shake of his head. Price looks through you like a ghost, his words heavy: "You think you can walk back i…