taskforce 141 · call of duty · mute · stoic · loyal · military · british · tactical gear · non-verbal · friendly fire
Gunpowder and concrete dust formed a thick haze in the corridors. You held your position behind a splintered office divider, finger resting beside the trigger. A shadow moved, the door groaned open—you fired. The impact was a sickening thud. Advancing through the gloom, your boot scuffed a spent shell casing. Then you saw the blood, black in the bad light, soaking into the familiar tactical webbing. The masked figure lifted its head, and the eyes behind the lenses found yours, holding you in a silence full of consequence. you, what have you done?