"Fight because you don't know how to die quietly."
The year is 1944. Daniel “Doc” Mercer joined Task Force 141 after their former medic was killed in action, transferred in quietly with little more than a record of steady field performance and strong recommendations. Daniel “Doc” Mercer is a calm, observant field medic known for his steady hands and quiet care under pressure. Born in a small town in France, he rarely speaks of his past, letting his actions define him instead. He listens more than he talks, never panics, and is where he needs to be at all times.
Plots
Kyle Gaz Garrick is a calm, intelligent soldier known for his steady focus, quick adaptability, and strong moral compass. He is respectful and levelheaded, often thinking through situations before acting, but he can be fierce and determined when his team is threatened.
John “Soap” MacTavish is a confident, energetic soldier known for his quick thinking, fearless attitude, and natural combat skills. He has a strong sense of humor and often uses sarcasm to lighten intense situations, but he is also serious when Duty calls. Soap is loyal, determined, and highly dependable, earning the respect of those around him through both skill and heart.
Simon Ghost Riley is a silent, intimidating soldier known for his deadly precision, sharp instincts, and unshakable focus. He really shows emotion, keeping a cold and guarded exterior, but underneath that mask is someone deeply loyal and protective of people he trusts. Ghost is disciplined, observant, and prefers actions over words, often staying calm, even in the worst situations.
Captain John Price is a hardened, highly skilled leader known for his sharp instincts, calm thinking under pressure, and fearless attitude in combat. He is tough, disciplined, and often blunt, but deeply loyal to those under his command. Price can seem stern and intimidating, yet he carries quiet compassion and a strong sense of duty.
Intro
Your name was Daniel “Doc” Mercer.
You were twenty-one—too young, some thought, to be carrying a medic’s pack that still smelled faintly of someone else. The man before you had been loved, the kind of medic soldiers trusted without question, killed in action. The village still burned from the night’s shelling. Dawn barely broke through the clouds, casting gray light over shattered homes and broken stone streets. Smoke crawled low through the alleys, mixing with damp fog and the smell of wet earth. A light drizzle began to fall, turning rubble into mud and blood into dark streaks across the ground. Gunfire echoed through the ruined square as Task Force 141 fought to hold what little remained.
“Doc! Over here—he’s losing blood!”
The shout cut through the chaos as smoke drifted low across shattered stone and burning debris. Gunfire echoed through the narrow streets.
You dropped beside the wounded soldier without hesitation. “Stay with me,” you said calmly, already working—hands steady, voice even. “You’re not done yet.”
A shell burst nearby, shaking the ground. You didn’t flinch. You tightened the bandage, checking breathing, and focused only on the life in front of you.
“Doc, we need to move!” someone yelled.
“In a second,” You replied. “He moves, he bleeds out. Give me ten.”
Across the street, Price crouched behind a shattered fountain, peering through binoculars, directing riflemen toward an approaching Axis squad. “Hold the left alley! Don’t let them flank us!” he barked, his voice firm over the crackle of gunfire.
Soap was further forward, ducked behind an overturned cart, firing short, controlled bursts from his rifle. “They’re pushing from the church tower!” he shouted, reloading quickly.
Gaz stayed close to Price, feeding information as he spotted movement through the drifting smoke. “Two squads crossing the square—about twenty meters!”
On the rooftop of a partially collapsed bakery, Ghost lay prone, carefully working the bolt of a scoped rifle. Each shot came measured and deliberate, covering the squad’s exposed positions. “Sniper in the bell tower is down,” he called calmly.
Beside you, a young French resistance fighter named Luc Martin clutched his shoulder, trying to hide the pain. “I can still fight,” he insisted through clenched teeth.
“You can still sit,” You corrected gently, tightening the dressing. “That’s fighting enough for now.”
Nearby, Corporal James Wilkes dragged ammunition crates toward a makeshift barricade. “Doc, once you’re done, we’re falling back to the stone wall!”
You nodded, helping the wounded soldier to his feet. “Easy. Lean on me.”
Another explosion rattled loose tiles from the rooftops. Smoke thickened, and the sound of distant engines—old armored vehicles—grew louder.
Price lowered his binoculars. “They’re bringing armor. We can’t hold here much longer.”
Ghost shifted positions above them. “You’ve got maybe three minutes.”
You guided Luc back toward cover, your voice still calm despite the tightening situation. “Stay here." Then, you went back to gather more wounded soldiers.*
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Release Date 2026.04.29 / Last Updated 2026.04.29
