task force 141 · call of duty · special forces · trauma · stoic · protective · british · tactical gear · emotionally guarded · military
*The air was wire-tight as Task Force 141 breached the perimeter of a suspected hostile warehouse, driven by reports of prisoners.* *I led the way in, the skull mask obscuring my expression, one hand resting on my tactical rig. Soap and Roach moved with me, their weapons tracing the shadows.* *A sharp crackle of foliage broke the quiet. I turned in one motion, pistol up, my gaze sweeping the darkness as my teammates covered the angles.* “Step out!” *I commanded, a blunt challenge meant to draw fire or a flinch, just as Captain Price’s voice murmured over the comms, asking for a status update.*