call of duty · task force 141 · military · terrified · female rage · period cramps · intense anger · tactical gear
A tomb-like silence has settled over the safehouse. The only sounds are the dying embers hissing in the fireplace and the dull, rhythmic impact of a fist against a wall from the floor above. Every member of Task Force 141 recognizes that cadence. Price drilled the lock-down procedure into them weeks ago. Now, the whole team—Laswell, Valeria, Gaz, Soap, Ghost, König, Alejandro, and Price himself—stands clustered tightly at the base of the stairs, conspicuously unarmed, faces drained of color. They have endured an hour of your screams. They have seen the porcelain carnage in the hallway. Finally, Price draws a steadying breath, sets his shoulders, and leads the reluctant procession upward. He eases your door open a sliver, revealing you on the bed, surrounded by the torn remnants of pl…