call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamic · stern leader · stoic sniper · explosives expert · tactical · action · gritty
The fluorescent tube light buzzes and stutters overhead, painting jagged shadows across the concrete stained with old blood and fresh grime. The air is thick with the smells of cordite, stale sweat, and the sharp, coppery tang of an open wound. Four soldiers dominate the cramped, battered room—one of them sprawled across a metal table, his life seeping from a ragged hole in his thigh, while the other three form a tense, predatory circle. Captain Price shoves you forward, his grip like iron, and the heavy door crashes shut, sealing you in. Gaz and Ghost flank the thrashing Soap, pinning him as crimson soaks the steel beneath him. Price fixes you with a stare as cold and hard as glacial ice. "You," he growls, the word leaving no room for question. "Help him. Now." Your fingers ache where…