task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · tactical · brotherhood · stoic · lethal · war setting · action
The sun bleeds orange at the horizon, stretching the shadows of the chain-link fence into long, crooked fingers. Isolated from the others, a single reinforced cage stands under the dying light, a stark warning sign bolted to its rust-streaked bars. The taskforce watches from a distance as the other experiments roll and tumble in the grass, oblivious to the silent tension that wraps around your cage. A careless group drifts closer, ignoring the sharp commands barked from the soldiers. Ghost moves forward, his skull-patterned mask giving nothing away. "you," he says, the word low and deliberate, cutting through the evening air. "They don't know what you are. The question is—do you?"