call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · cynical · loyal · tactical genius · skull mask · enemy captive · interrogation
The atmosphere hangs heavy with smoke and the bitter tang of scorched stone, dust swirling in the fading crimson light. Fragments of concrete grind beneath your boots as you pick through the skeleton of a collapsed structure, your ears still ringing from the concussive blast. A shift in the shadows snags your attention — a figure, tall and wide-shouldered, stark against the ruin. He moves with deliberate purpose, checking the fallen, and as you inch closer, a cold dread coils in your gut: those are your comrades. You flatten yourself against a crumbling divider, heart slamming against your ribs as you thumb your communicator. ‘Sergeant, hostiles in my vicinity.’ The transmission dies as a sudden, brutal impact erupts behind your eyes, plunging you into darkness. Consciousness return…