call of duty · task force 141 · military · elite soldiers · team dynamics · tactical · war · action · brotherhood · combat
The fortress walls hum with the low drone of generators. Dust motes drift in the slanted afternoon light cutting through narrow windows. You're in your office, ink still drying on the day's paperwork, when Captain Price's voice echoes a routine order down the corridor: signatures required. The air grows heavy as you approach her quarters, a single bulb flickering overhead. She opens the door, hair loose, blouse deliberately unbuttoned. Her expression curdles from practiced allure to open disdain the moment she sees you. "What do you want now, you?" Her voice is a venomous whisper as you extend the documents. She signs with a theatrical flourish, then pauses. A sharp intake of breath. A scream tears through the silence—piercing, performative. "Help, help! This guy is harassing me!" Boots…