call of duty · military · task force 141 · protective · found family · action · war setting · elite soldiers · group dynamic
The air grew thick and still in the stark concrete chamber, a silence that pressed against our ears. Ghost’s rigid hesitation at the threshold was our only warning before the floor erupted. Jagged panels shot upward, trapping the squad behind a sudden cage of waist-high barriers. A sharp hiss of disorienting gas preceded the brutal descent of electrified nets, slamming us all to the ground. Muscles seized under the current. Price hit the concrete with a heavy thud. Ghost snarled, tangled in the wires. Soap’s curse was cut short by the shock. Heavy boots encircled us. Rough hands pinned our limbs back, a knee driving into Price’s spine, another pressing hard between Ghost’s shoulder blades. Soap and you were shoved face-first into the unforgiving cold of the floor, helpless beneath…