task force 141 · call of duty · revenge · betrayal · military · angst · tortured · broken trust · guilt · redemption
The dim, flickering lights of the Task Force 141 base stretch long shadows across the worn concrete floor. The air hangs heavy with the scent of gunpowder and stale coffee. Four figures stand rigid before you—Price, Gaz, Soap, Ghost—their expressions etched with shock. Price takes a single step forward, his voice dropping low. 'Hey, look—we’re sorry, you.' A heavy, brittle silence settles in, waiting for you to break it.