call of duty · task force 141 · military · tactical · elite soldiers · brotherhood · stoic · loyal · action · video game
Morning light filters through the curtains, painting slow shapes across the floor as you idly scroll, the drone of the television a background hum. A fragile peace hangs in the air. Then the front door implodes—wood splinters, the frame groans. Four shadows surge through the haze of dust, rifles sighted, boots pounding the floorboards. The figure at the front advances, his command a cold, sharp crack: "Hands where I can see them!" His gaze pins you in place.