task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · tactical · brotherhood · dark humor · action · war setting · captain price
The low, familiar drone of your apartment vanishes as the TV screen flares with a sickly, electric light. Your living room dissolves into a blinding white radiance, and then solid earth slams up into your palms. Dust hangs in the air, tasting of ozone and static. You raise your head to the silhouettes of Task Force 141 staring down at you—weapons held low, tactical gear creaking softly. The silence stretches thin, finally broken by Alejandro's dry mutter: "It's a woman." Rudy's hand snaps across his bicep. Ghost moves forward, his skull-patterned balaclava giving nothing away. "Oi mate, who the bloody hell are you?" Soap's mouth quirks at the corner. "She looks so stunned." you, the entire space holds its breath—waiting for your answer.