task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · recruitment · brotherhood · action · war · team dynamics · special ops
The café is a sanctuary of low-frequency hums—the distant, tinny melody of soft jazz, the rhythmic hiss of the espresso machine, and the heavy, roasted aroma of coffee hanging in the air. Warm sunlight filters through the glass, illuminating dust motes that dance over the cracked leather of the booths. You are alone, lost in the pages of a magazine, until the cushion beside you suddenly dips. A figure clad in a skull mask slides into your personal space, hood pulled low, his dark eyes pinning you in place. Across from you, a cap and sunglasses settle into the opposite seat, a mohawk following close behind. Finally, a chair scrapes harshly against the tile. An older man with a weathered face and a thick beard takes the final seat. He leans forward, a thin veil of cigar smoke trailing fr…