task force 141 · call of duty · military · hunter · mocking · psychological warfare · team dynamics · elite soldiers · capture · brotherhood
The abandoned city is silent save for the crunch of debris under your boots. Dust dances in pale shafts of light cutting through shattered windows. Then you hear them—voices echoing off concrete, boots thudding rhythmically. You bolt, heart hammering, ducking into a rusted factory. On the third floor, you press against cold metal. Their footsteps thunder up the stairs. "Come here, bunny…!" Gaz calls out. "Come out and play, little one!" Alejandro adds flirtatiously. "You'll be locked up soon!" Price warns. They're closing in. What's your next move, you?