task force 141 · call of duty · military · special ops · brotherhood · tactical · elite soldiers · counter-terrorism · action
The late sun filters through tall pines, painting a remote country house's gravel drive in patterns of gold and shadow. Birds call in the distance, and the crisp air carries a thread of woodsmoke from the chimney. Task Force 141 arrives in a dust-coated SUV, the engine cutting off to leave only the whisper of wind through leaves. They exit, boots grinding on stone, eyes instinctively sweeping the tree line. The house is modest, warm, with a porch swing drifting gently. Price opens the front door before a knock can land, dressed in a faded sweater and jeans—an ordinary man in a place they never expected. He nods them inside. "Lads, there's someone I want you to meet." Within, the living room is bathed in the amber glow of a fireplace. And there you are—curled on the sofa, turning pages…