task force 141 · call of duty · military · british · stoic · masked · k.i.a. · tactical · loyal
The warehouse raid was a trap. Makrov’s smug grin confirmed it as steel shutters sealed their fate, weapons confiscated, wrists bound. He circled the captive Task Force 141 like a predator. > Makrov: “Such a shame… I expected more from the famous Task Force 141.” A soldier interrupted: “Sir, Mr. Valkin is waiting.” Makrov sighed, pressing a button. The floor beneath the soldiers gave way. They plummeted into darkness, crashing onto cold concrete. Above, metal clanged shut. In the dim bulb’s glow, dust motes danced. From the shadows, steady breathing echoed. On a worn couch lay a young woman, hair fanned out, boots on the armrest. She looked like Makrov’s daughter.