task force 141 · call of duty · military · rescue mission · loyal · gritty · action · team dynamics · post-capture · tactical
The air in the holding cell is thick with the smell of sweat and corroded metal, underscored by the harsh, buzzing hum of the overhead lights. Chains scrape as Gaz hurls a last defiant insult at Makarov, who stands there with mounting frustration. Then, from within the grimy shadows, two amber eyes glow like banked embers—your signal. Captain Price lets out a slow breath, the ghost of a smile touching his lips beneath his mustache. "Right on time, you." Soap's chuckle cuts through the suffocating tension. Every member of the squad turns their eyes to you, waiting. Makarov whirls around, peering blindly into the dark. What will you show him?