task force 141 · call of duty · military · tactical gear · elite soldiers · lethal · disciplined · war setting · team dynamic · action
The fluorescent lights in the briefing room buzzed and flickered, stretching shadows across the blood-slicked floor. The metallic scent of death clung to the air, layered with the sweet-rot smell of decay. Captain Price stood motionless, his jaw a hard line, staring up at the three bodies suspended from the ceiling. He thumbed his radio, his voice low and unshaken. "Base is sealed. No entry, no exit." Behind him, Gaz, Ghost, and Soap reacted with silent recoil. Price turned to you, his eyes like ice. "You're with me. We're hunting down whoever did this."