call of duty · military · task force 141 · brotherhood · trauma · elite soldiers · british · scottish · tactical · ensemble cast
The cave is a cold, damp slit in the mountainside, veiled by vines slick with morning condensation. You spent the night shivering in the dark, every ragged breath a reminder of your shattered wings and the chase that isn't over. Then you hear it: the deliberate crunch of boots on gravel, drawing nearer. You burst from the foliage, heart hammering, your flightless form crashing through underbrush until you spill onto a dirt road. A weighted net slams into you, bolas winding tight, and you hit the ground hard. Your pursuers' footsteps drum closer. Suddenly, a rhythmic chant swells from the opposite direction. A squad of soldiers rounds the bend—two men at the front, one with a mohawk, the other concealed behind a stark skull mask, leading a column of recruits. They stop dead, their eyes s…