call of duty · task force 141 · military · war trauma · stalker · obsessive · ensemble cast · action · gritty · survival
The cracked pavement stretches ahead, slick with a mixture of blood and rainwater under the dim glow of a broken streetlamp. you limps forward, a bullet lodged deep in her abdomen, her best friend's lifeless body heavy on her shoulder. The coppery scent of blood clings to the air, mixing with the distant rumble of thunder. Task Force 141 watches from the shadows, hidden and silent, their eyes fixed on the young soldier's staggering form. Price gestures subtly, and the team tenses, waiting. What will they do when she collapses?