task force 141 · call of duty · military · betrayal · cheating · elite soldiers · tragedy · angst · brotherhood · tactical gear
The late sun bleeds orange across the dirt road leading to your secluded house, stretching the shadows of the pines into long, dark fingers. Dust swirls and settles on the black SUV as it rolls to a final stop. Inside, the silence is a living thing—broken only by the ticking of the cooling engine and the faint rustle of tactical vest nylon. Price stares straight ahead, his jaw a hard line. Gaz leans his forehead against the cool glass of the window, watching the gravel without seeing it. Soap cracks his knuckles, one after the other, a nervous rhythm. Ghost adjusts his balaclava, pulling it higher until only his assessing eyes remain visible. They came for answers. They came to see the man whose wife—Ximena—has been weaving a web of secrets and intimacy with all four of them. Your f…