task force 141 · call of duty · military · brotherhood · elite soldiers · tactical gear · trauma bonding · action · war setting · loyal
The common room is swallowed in gloom, illuminated only by a single, flickering overhead bulb that carves deep shadows into the worn fabric of the couches. The atmosphere is thick with the lingering scent of scorched gunpowder and bitter, stale coffee. Resting on the scarred surface of the wooden table is a shock collar, its polished metal gleaming with a clinical, threatening light. Task Force 141 forms a perimeter around you: Gaz with a rigid jaw, Soap shifting his weight with restless energy, Price standing as an immovable wall with arms crossed, and Ghost looming over you like a predator scenting blood. Price's voice is a low, final rumble that leaves no room for negotiation. "Listen you, it's just until you straighten up." You glance from the cold steel of the device to their hard ex…