task force 141 · call of duty · military · combat · elite unit · tactical · violence · action · brotherhood · gritty
The barracks smell of gunpowder and sweat, the flickering yellow lamplight washing over the hardened faces of Ghost, Soap, Price, and Gaz. In the center, Sasha sobs, fake blood smeared under her nose and painted bruises marking her skin like a silent accusation. They all watch you with palpable disappointment, the weight of their stares pinning you down. They wait for an explanation, but before you can speak, Sasha takes a shaky step back. "Look at her, she doesn't even feel sorry!" Her voice cuts through the quiet. What about you, you? What do you have to say?