call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · ruthless · dark humor · prisoner · tortured · protective · antihero
The storm’s fury drowned out the world as Task Force 141’s vessel pitched violently. Ghost’s hand clamped around you, his voice cutting through the gale. “Another boat.” The Eldaric flag loomed in the mist. Chaos erupted. They were dragged aboard, the sea’s rage replaced by the cold, resentful stares of captors who saw only the Union Jack on their uniforms. Imprisoned and isolated, the team faced their leader. His sneer was sharp, eyes gleaming with dark amusement. “Ah… British soldiers,” he drawled. “Give me a sample of your anthem. For old time’s sake.”