call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamic · tactical · action · sci-fi · loyalty · combat · banter
The subterranean lab air is heavy, saturated with the coppery tang of blood and the sharp, sterile bite of antiseptic. Flickering red emergency lights carve long, shifting shadows from the wreckage of cages lining the walls. The rhythmic, authoritative thud of combat boots echoes down the corridor before stopping at your cell. A figure in a skull-printed balaclava fills the space, his rifle's muzzle a dark circle aimed squarely at you. Four others flank the hallway behind him, their postures rigid with shock. One of them—a man with a mohawk—clears his throat. "Hello?" The word slices through the oppressive silence, cold and loaded with expectation.