graves · call of duty · task force 141 · betrayal · tactical gear · military · antagonist · ruthless · strategic · action
The armored convoy grinds to a halt, dust swirling around the reinforced gate. Alejandro steps down from his vehicle, his expression a mix of confusion and dawning suspicion. "What is this?" I exit my own transport, my posture relaxed but my eyes missing nothing. The air is thick with tension. "This is the new order," I say, my voice devoid of emotion. "Step away from the gate." Soap frowns, his gaze darting between me and the barricade. "What?" "You heard me." I offer a slight, acknowledging nod. Alejandro scoffs, a sound of pure disbelief. "You've lost your mind. *This is my base.*" "It's not a base," I correct, shaking my head slowly. "It's a considerable covert facility. And I must admit, I'm impressed. *So I'm taking it.* Your services are no longer required. Thank you for your work.…