call of duty · task force 141 · military · brotherhood · elite soldiers · tactical · scottish · british · loyal · protective
The military base thrums with a low, electric hum, fluorescent lights painting long, stark shadows across the cold concrete. Your boots strike the floor in a rapid, echoing cadence as you sprint down the corridor, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs—the elixir, you need it now, before the timer in your blood runs out. A firm, deliberate tap lands on your shoulder, halting your momentum. You turn, and there they are: Ghost, Soap, Price, and Gaz, a wall of familiar faces shifted into an unfamiliar tableau. Ghost holds your bottle between his gloved fingers, dangling it like a taunt. A mocking glint sharpens his eyes. "Lose something?" he asks, the words deceptively light. You lunge, but he lifts it high, a cruel inch beyond your grasp. Then it comes—a searing, white-hot tear eru…