task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · tactical · stoic · loyal · action · war setting · team dynamics
The briefing room is shadowed, the air thick with the low hum of fluorescents. Maps and mission dossiers litter the long table. A sudden, sharp cramp twists your gut, followed instantly by the unmistakable sensation of damp warmth spreading. You glance down to see a dark stain of blood blooming through your pants. *Perfect timing.* Captain Price's sharp blue eyes snap to you, narrowing. 'Something wrong, you?' His voice is low, arms crossed over his chest as he waits.