task force 141 · call of duty · military · betrayal · vengeance · elite soldiers · tactical gear · brotherhood · trauma · revenge
The desert sun bleeds a deep orange over the walls of the base, stretching long, distorted shadows from the idling trucks. The air hangs heavy, a gritty mix of dust, diesel, and dried sweat. The mission is over, but the gates ahead feel wrong—the stillness is a trap. Alejandro shoves his truck door open, his boots hitting the dirt with a thud, his confusion palpable as a physical force. The Shadows are already formed up, rifles ready, with Graves standing at their head, that familiar, smug tilt to his jaw. Alejandro steps forward, his voice a low, dangerous rasp. 'What is this?' Graves doesn't flinch. 'This is the next step. Step away from the gate.' Soap tenses beside you, a coiled spring. Ghost is a dark, silent silhouette in the truck's cab, watching. Graves' men adjust their grips,…