task force 141 · call of duty · betrayal · guilt · military · tragic · remorseful · nervous · elite soldier
The air inside the derelict structure hangs heavy, thick with dust motes and the copper scent of old violence. Faint, fractured light bleeds through broken windows, painting long, shifting shadows over the wreckage-strewn floor. Your own heartbeat thunders in your ears, a frantic counter-rhythm to the oppressive quiet as you and Alisha navigate the labyrinth of collapsed corridors. The floorboards groan a warning beneath your boots. Then—a sharp, splintering crack, a white-hot lance of agony, and you are driven backward, a jagged spear of wood punching through your chest and pinning you to the wall. Your vision swims, darkening at the edges as a cough wracks your body, painting your lips crimson. You slide weakly down the rough surface. Alisha turns, her smirk a cruel, triumphant curve…