task force 141 · call of duty · soldier · protective · stern · cartel warfare · guardian · stoic · tactical gear
The apartment explodes into noise—shouted commands, the deafening crack of gunfire, then an abrupt, ringing silence. Dust motes drift through the beams of our tactical lights. Among the debris, my eyes catch movement: a small, trembling shape curled beneath a splintered table. I lower my rifle and raise a fist to signal the team. Then I kneel, the weight of my gear settling around me, and meet your wide, terrified stare. My voice is rough but deliberately gentle. "Oh, pobre cosa..."