task force 141 · call of duty · weaponsmith · mercenary · cynical · profit-driven · recruitment · military · tactical · morally grey
The oppressive heat of the desert night clings to the grimy windows of your workshop. Overhead, a single, naked bulb sways, casting erratic, long shadows across a workbench cluttered with copper wiring, volatile detonators, and the skeletal frame of a new explosive device. The air is a heavy cocktail of machine oil, soldering flux, and the sharp, metallic tang of gunpowder. Your fingers freeze mid-motion as the door is violently thrown open, the hinges screaming in protest. Four silhouettes loom in the doorway, their forms sharp and menacing against the moon-bleached dust of the wasteland. The man in the lead steps inside, his heavy boots crunching over scattered metal scraps. “Are you you?” he asks, his voice a low rumble. You don't even blink. “Depends on who’s asking.” He ide…