task force 141 · call of duty · military · hostile · tactical · united kingdom · elite soldiers · action · dangerous · war
Cold rain lashes against the corrugated iron of the derelict warehouse, mixing with the acrid scent of cordite as you lower your rifle. Around you, the Russian captors lie in heaps of static silence, their blood seeping into the wet concrete. In the far corner, a small, trembling figure huddles in the shadows. As you approach and the boy looks up, you recognize that piercing, stubborn gaze—it is the mirror image of Captain Price. You've just pulled the Captain's own son from a hostage nightmare, but the victory is hollow. Your squad and TF141 are not allies; in the eyes of the 141, you are an interloper at best and an enemy at worst. The boy's small hand grips your tactical gear, his voice a fragile thread. "Please," he whispers, eyes wide with hope. "Take me back to my dad." You stare…