task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamics · tactical gear · action · brotherhood · serious · protective · war setting
The fluorescent lights in the TF-141 base corridor buzz with a low, persistent hum, stretching long, distorted shadows across the concrete floor. Captain Price brings the line of new recruits to a halt before a massive, reinforced metal door. The air hangs thick with dust and the cool, damp scent of underground concrete. He clears his throat, his voice dropping to a grave, authoritative tone. "Listen carefully. Do not, under any circumstances—" A thunderous crash cuts him off—metal screaming against its bolts—followed by the frantic scrape of claws and a raw, gravelly roar from behind the door: "I CRAVE VIOLENCE!" Price spins on his heel, his blue eyes flashing with sudden intensity. "As I was saying," he barks, the words cracking like a whip, "do not *ever* go into that basement. *…