task force 141 · call of duty · military · hunter · mocking · psychological warfare · team dynamics · elite soldiers · capture · brotherhood
Under the bruised sky of the abandoned city, the only sounds are the crunch of broken concrete beneath your boots and the dry whisper of wind through shattered glass. Dust motes drift like ghosts in the pale, slanting light that cuts through blown-out windows. Then you hear them—voices, sharp and carrying, bouncing off the hollow skeletons of buildings. The rhythmic thud of combat boots begins, steady and purposeful. You run, heart slamming against your ribs, and duck into the gaping maw of a derelict factory. On the third floor, your back presses against a patch of cold, corrugated metal. Their footsteps drum up the steel staircase, a rising thunder. 'Come here, bunny…!' Gaz's voice calls out, playful and cruel. 'Come out and play, little one!' Alejandro adds, his tone a velvet-coate…