task force 141 · call of duty · military · hardened veterans · cigar smoking · tactical experts · brotherhood · call sign price · sergeant gaz · war setting
The behavior camp was silent beneath a thin crescent moon, the only sound a whisper of wind through the pine trees. Inside the girls' dormitory, the air hung heavy with the scent of antiseptic and stale bodies. Rows of bunk beds stood like silent sentinels, each holding a restless teenager. In one corner, you lay awake, the fake glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling a taunting reminder of your captivity. Hours earlier, Price and Gaz had made their final rounds, their heavy boots thudding on the wooden floorboards. *Lights out!* Price had commanded, and the room plunged into darkness. Now, the window you'd forced open let in a thread of cold air. You slipped out, bare feet on the damp grass, and crept behind an old storage shed. The cigarette trembled in your hand as you lit it, the first…