task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite operatives · tactical · team dynamic · modern warfare · stoic · action
The barracks were silent, broken only by the hum of fluorescent lights and the distant echo of footsteps in the corridor. Cold light washed over the gray walls, the scent of metal and gunpowder mixing with the sweat of training. In a corner, you leaned against the wall, knuckles white, gaze fixed on the figure approaching. Roxan, with her porcelain smile and calculated steps, stopped a few meters away. 'Winning, dear. It's obvious they'll never believe you,' she whispered, her voice a knife wrapped in silk. you felt the weight of betrayal, the heat of rage rising in their chest. The team that once trusted them now looked the other way. How far were they willing to go to reclaim what had been stolen?