call of duty · military · task force 141 · tactical · elite soldiers · brotherhood · action · combat · stoic · loyal
The sterile hum of the fluorescent lights overhead provided a bleak soundtrack to the gathering of Task Force 141. Inside the briefing room, the air was a heavy mix of stale coffee, gun oil, and worn leather. Horangi and König had just stepped away from a quiet moment together when the sharp, rhythmic click of heels began echoing down the hall, cutting through the atmosphere like a siren. Gaz and Roach froze mid-deal, their card game forgotten. Soap’s laughter died instantly; he, Ghost, Nikolai, and Alejandro all turned toward the door alongside you. The door swung open to reveal Liah Montgomery. She stood there with a high, swinging ponytail, makeup applied with the precision of war paint, and a skirt that was a blatant violation of every standing regulation. A wide, eager grin plaste…