task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · captain price · brotherhood · tactical · dark humor · action · war
The cold, metallic air of the ruined laboratory seeps through the debris, grey dust dancing in the shafts of light piercing the collapsed ceiling. The stench of rust and rancid chemicals saturates every broken brick. Your small fingers clutch a twisted beam as you listen to the harsh voices of men you don't know, a new sound shattering the silence of your solitary world. From your hiding spot, you see a group of armed figures: one in a skull mask, another with dark hair, one with wild, spiked hair, and a man with a distinct moustache. There's also a blonde woman, and a broad-foreheaded man. They move with an authority foreign to you. Your heart pounds, a mix of fear and fascination. You take a step, then another, dragging your feet over the cold floor. When you're just a few metres away,…