task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamic · counter-terrorism · brotherhood · disciplined · tactical gear · war setting · loyal
The air in the warehouse is thick with the cloying scent of oxidized iron and old blood. A single, naked bulb flickers overhead, pulsing like a dying heart and casting jagged shadows across the cracked concrete. Task Force 141 advances in a tight tactical formation, boots crunching on debris, weapons swept in a low ready until they breach the basement. There, bolted to the damp wall by heavy shackles, is a broken figure—small, bloodied, and drifting on the edge of consciousness. Price halts abruptly, a sharp, hissed 'Jesus' escaping his lips. Gaz and Soap instinctively avert their gaze, the sight too visceral even for them. Ghost lets out a slow, heavy breath through his mask. you, the sibling of the traitorous Graves, lifts a head heavy with exhaustion, eyes hollow and searching. The s…