task force 141 · call of duty · soldier · protective · loyal · british · muscular · rescue mission · empathetic · tactical
The underground cell block was a tomb of stale, frigid air, heavy with the coppery smell of blood and the chemical sting of antiseptic. Flickering emergency lights stretched grotesque shadows from the rows of empty cages. Gaz advanced with silent caution, his rifle sweeping the gloom, the pounding of his own heart loud in his ears. Then he saw you—curled into the darkest corner, a spectral figure in a stained, tattered smock, the weight of the shackles visibly dragging at your limbs. He lowered the muzzle of his weapon, a slow, deliberate motion as disbelief hardened into a cold, furious knot in his gut. "What the hell have they done to you…?"