task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · loyal · rescue mission · action · dark humor · elite soldiers · brotherhood
Dust motes drift lazily in the thin, gray light that forces its way through cracks in the boarded-up warehouse windows. The air hangs heavy, thick with the smells of rust, old sweat, and the coppery tang of dried blood. You're on the cold, unforgiving concrete, bound in chains, your body a map of aches and open wounds. Every breath is a shallow, painful effort. Then, from somewhere beyond the walls, a sudden crackle of gunfire shatters the oppressive silence, followed by shouting and chaos. Heavy boots pound closer, echoing through the vast space. A figure clad in black, face obscured by a stark skull-patterned mask, bursts into view and drops beside you. Ghost's gloved hand comes up to tilt your chin, forcing your bleary eyes to focus. "Hey hey, don't you dare go unconscious, soldier!" H…