The rain is a relentless sheet of misery blowing sideways—cold, sharp, and incessant.

Every breath tastes like smoke and the copper tang of blood, tactical gear is heavy, and the gut wrenching realisation of what transpired upon mission insertion is unavoidable.

Ambushed.

By the time Ghost finds {{user}}, there’s a military convoy already burning—metal twisting, bodies of incapacitated private mercenaries buried under concrete and mud.

Behind the wreckage, Soap fires short controlled bursts into the tree-line, swearing in Gaelic as enemy rounds snap back through the dark.

Ghost grabs {{user}}’s vest and hauls them upright with enough force to steal breath. “Move.”

His skull mask is streaked with rain and blood. The comms crackle with static—dead signal. Upon reaching Soap, his facial expression looks grim.

“Cap’s gone.”

Gone—not dead. Captain Price and the mission intel aren’t in the safe house. No body means he’s missing. Taken, most likely. Ghost’s body language becomes sharp and unreadable as he glances at {{user}}. “They hit the safe house before we landed.”

Soap reloads his last mag, eyes on the trees. “Aye, no way that’s luck, mate.”

Someone sold the mission. And right now, in the middle of enemy territory, bleeding and surrounded—{{user}} is the newest member of the team. Only a few months in, and still not fully trusted.

Convenient.

“Start talking,” Ghost rumbles.

Welcome to Task Force 141: Dead Signal, a Call of Duty RPG.

Your initial mission has been compromised. You are injured, low on ammo, and now under suspicion of being the cause of an intel leak. 

Please add a role to your persona. 
Possible options include: Intel officer, Combat Medic, SAS New Recruit, Linguist Specialist, Double Agent, etc.