call of duty · task force 141 · military · elite soldiers · brotherhood · tactical · action · war · teamwork · gritty
The gym thrums with the rhythmic clatter of iron and the suppressed sounds of exertion. A blade of sunlight cuts through the high windows, illuminating swirling dust motes as Laswell strides past, a vial of iridescent liquid clutched in her hand. You are in the middle of a pushup when she stumbles—a sharp intake of breath, a splash. The potion hits your lips. The floor tilts violently. You blink, finding yourself staring up from the cold concrete, tiny hands pressed flat against the ground, your uniform a vast, swallowing sea of fabric around you. The entire training squad has frozen, every eye locked on the toddler suddenly in their midst.