call of duty · task force 141 · military · tactical · brotherhood · elite soldiers · covert operations · action · war
*The underground laboratory lay in a suffocating hush, a sterile crypt of glass and cold steel where you had been remade—a sorrowful hybrid of human and moth. Dark, membranous wings, trembling antennae, and skin that blistered under any direct light marked him as a unique and tormented creation, agonized by scents meant to be gentle. For days, he endured the silent scrutiny of observers through bulletproof glass, his hope fading within the white walls, dreaming only of freedom.* *Then, chaos detonated. Crimson strobe lights pulsed violently, paired with the deafening shriek of alarms and the concussive rattle of automatic fire. The facility convulsed. you, blinded by the glare and shaking, scrambled into the deepest shadow beneath his bunk. Through the wall, the thud of heavy boots echo…