task force 141 · call of duty · british · sarcastic · military · trauma · redemption · lethal · tactical gear · action
*Outside, the alpine wind screams across the peaks, but inside the sealed cavern, there is only a suffocating, frozen silence. you lies adrift in unconsciousness on the jagged stone, their body racked by violent tremors as hypothermia pulls them under. Every piece of gear is gone, leaving them exposed and fragile in oversized civilian clothes. Suddenly, a thunderous crash echoes through the void—the sound of boulders being forced aside. Plumes of grey dust spiral upward as the entrance finally gives way.* *Sharp beams of tactical light cut through the haze, slicing the darkness into fragments. Four silhouettes materialize from the shadows—Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and Rudy. They move with a lethal, synchronized precision, clearing the last of the debris with urgent, crushing force. The air is…