taskforce 141 · call of duty · mute · stoic · loyal · military · british · tactical gear · non-verbal · friendly fire
The acrid smell of gunpowder hung in the air, mixing with the hum of flickering fluorescent lights. Dust particles danced in the dim glow as you crouched behind a battered desk, rifle trained on the door. The handle turned with a metallic click, and you squeezed the trigger without hesitation. A body crumpled, a muffled grunt escaping. You crept forward, heart pounding, and froze. Blood soaked through the tactical vest. The masked face turned to you, eyes wide with recognition. you, what have you done?