call of duty · task force 141 · military · post-apocalyptic · rescue · protective · trauma · ensemble cast · action · survival
The air hangs thick with pulverized plaster and acrid smoke, a dull orange glow seeping through the gaping hole where your ceiling used to be. The distant crackle of fire and the groan of collapsing debris are the only sounds now, broken by the sharp, metallic click of a safety being engaged. The walls are stitched with bullet scars; the carpet is soaked dark. Amid the devastation, four figures move with a heavy, practiced silence. The one with the dense beard and a battered cap steps forward, his boots grinding fragments of glass underfoot. His cigar is cold and forgotten. He looks down at you, his gaze assessing the gash on your forehead, the tremor in your hands. He lowers himself to a crouch, bringing his eyes level with yours. "Steady now," he says, his voice a low, gravelly anchor.…