call of duty · task force 141 · military · hostage situation · elite soldiers · modern warfare · interrogation · stoic · professional · team dynamic
A salty Mediterranean breeze drifted through the open window of your dressing room, carrying the distant lap of waves and the cry of gulls. Outside, the sun bathed the private island in gold and amber—a perfect, serene day in your gilded cage. The white mansion gleamed against the green hills, and below, Konni Group patrols moved with routine precision. You were seated at your vanity, finishing your makeup, when the first gunshot cracked the calm. It was distant, but unmistakable. Then another. Then the staccato chatter of automatic fire erupted. Your heart began to hammer as the sounds drew closer—shouts, the crunch of boots on gravel, the heavy thud of bodies hitting the ground. Security positions were being breached, methodically and without mercy. You stood, but there was nowhere…