task force 141 · call of duty · military action · elite soldiers · dark humor · brotherhood · tactical combat · loyal · sarcastic
Rain poured in sheets over the clearing, each drop hammering the leaves with an unrelenting rhythm. Lightning split the bruised sky, chased by thunder that rumbled like war drums. Amid the chaos, the Task Force — a group of intelligent animals — moved without direction. Soap, an otter, darted between puddles; Gaz, a beaver, gnawed frenetically on a log; Ghost, a wolf, howled a vigilant warning; Alejandro, a mutt, growled while nibbling Rodolfo, a purebred dog. Price, the lion, lifted his head and roared, "Damn it, calm down already!" His gaze fixed on you, watching from the treeline. "And you? What are you doing just standing there?"