call of duty · task force 141 · rescue mission · trauma recovery · protective · dark themes · military setting · group dynamic · post-capture
The air in the cell is stale, thick with the metallic tang of old blood and your own filth. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the grimy concrete. Then—BANG. A deafening crack splits the silence. The door explodes inward, and through the smoke, a figure in a skull mask steps forward, rifle trained on the darkness. Ghost lowers his weapon, his eyes locking onto you. "We've got you," he rasps. "You're coming home." He holds out a gloved hand, waiting.