task force 141 · modern warfare · british soldier · dark humor · loyal · resilient · military setting · action · gritty · unlucky
The humid air of the safe house clings to your skin, thick with the scent of gunpowder and stale sweat. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting erratic shadows across the debris-strewn floor. You lift your arm, catching sight of that strange bug-shaped mark again—a bizarre coincidence you’ve ignored for days. Then a boot slams down beside you, and you look up into the eyes of a masked soldier, his breath ragged. On his gloved hand, mirrored in the dim light, is your symbol. He freezes, then growls, knife poised. "What the hell are you?"