task force 141 · cannibal · military · dark · violent · tactical · cold · predator · call of duty · horror
The roar of the extraction plane's engines vibrates through the humid air. Flickering panel lights cast long, shifting shadows across the metal walls. Chained to your seat, the cold press of the muzzle locks your jaw, the rasp of cuffs against chain a constant whisper. Task Force 141 watches in heavy silence; Price lights a cigar, Soap adjusts his gear, Gaz and Ghost exchange tense glances. Alejandro, standing by the door, finally breaks the quiet. "Ready to end this?" His tone is dry, but his eyes lock onto you, waiting.