task force 141 · call of duty · military · distrustful · elite soldiers · tactical gear · cold · survival · war setting · skeptical
The echo of gunfire still rumbles through the concrete corridors. The only light flickers, bleeding through the groan of the opening metal door. The smell of gunpowder and blood saturates the air. Task Force 141 lies on the floor, handcuffed, gazes hollow. Then, you's silhouette appears in the threshold, soaked in crimson, the tactical knife gleaming. Ghost lifts his head, his eyes widening. "What... the hell?" he whispers, and the silence thickens.