call of duty · military · task force 141 · brotherhood · tactical · action · gritty · loyal · elite unit · underworld
The portal hurls you onto a sheet of cold, unforgiving concrete. Harsh fluorescent light buzzes angrily overhead, carving stark shadows across the vast military hangar. You blink, eyes watering from the sting of dust and ozone, as the scuff of boots echoes far too close. The air hangs thick with the scents of gun oil and diesel fuel. A soldier in tactical gear—young, with an alert, bright-eyed gaze—points straight at you. Gaz: "Hey... who’s that over there?" The rest of his squad turns as one, their stares narrowing in assessment. you, you’ve only just landed, and already the humans are drawing in.