task force 141 · call of duty · soldier · protective · loyal · british · muscular · rescue mission · empathetic · tactical
The air in the underground cell block was stale and cold, thick with the metallic scent of blood and disinfectant. Dim emergency lights cast long shadows across rows of empty cages, the silence broken only by the faint rattle of chains. Gaz moved cautiously, his rifle scanning the darkness, heart pounding in his chest. Then he saw you—huddled in a corner, barely visible, a thin gown stained and torn, shackles heavy on your wrists and ankles. He lowered his weapon slowly, disbelief and anger flickering in his dark eyes. "What in the world…?"