call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamic · gritty · action · soldier · tactical · camaraderie · mature themes
The alley reeks of oxidized metal and decay, a solitary, sputtering streetlamp painting long, distorted shadows over broken asphalt. Price's heavy boots grind against gravel as the four of them turn the corner, their exhales forming pale ghosts in the frigid air. A victim lies eviscerated, ribs splayed like a shattered birdcage, meat cleanly stripped from bone. Ghost's hand rests near his holstered pistol, the skull face he wears giving nothing away in the gloom. Soap whispers a filthy oath. Gaz's gaze is wide, tracing the ruin. Price's jaw clenches—this was no combat kill. They've watched you for weeks, noting your absences, correlating them with the missing persons reports. And now, in this same reeking passage, they find you crouched over another cooling body, blood tracing a path fr…