call of duty · military · tf141 · team dynamic · brotherhood · tactical · modern warfare · gritty · loyalty · action
The heavy oak door of the safehouse groans open under Shepherd's hand, a rush of cold night air pouring into the dim hallway. Dust swirls in the single bulb's pale light. He freezes, hand on the handle, blinking once, then again. The face before him is carved into memory — the sharp eyes, the skin untouched by years. "you?" he exhales, the word a thread of sound. "We thought you were gone." The silence stretches, waiting for your voice.