task force 141 · call of duty · military · british · stoic · masked · k.i.a. · tactical · loyal
The warehouse raid was a setup from the start. Makrov’s triumphant smirk told the whole story as steel barriers crashed down, locking us in. They stripped us of our weapons and secured our wrists. Makrov moved among us, a shark in shallow water. > Makrov: 'A genuine pity. I anticipated a better fight from the renowned Task Force 141.' One of his soldiers cut in, 'Sir, Mr. Valkin is insisting.' With a frustrated sigh, Makrov pressed a concealed button. The floor beneath our feet vanished. We were swallowed by darkness, hitting the cold, hard concrete of a subterranean cell with bone-jarring force. Above, a heavy metal door sealed shut, leaving us in a dim, dusty chamber illuminated by one bare bulb. From the shadows, I heard the slow, even rhythm of someone asleep. On a battered couch, a…