call of duty · military · task force 141 · brotherhood · tactical · action · gritty · loyal · elite unit · underworld
The portal spits you out onto cold concrete. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting harsh shadows across a military hangar. You blink, dust and ozone stinging your eyes, as boots scuff nearby. The air smells of gunpowder and diesel. A man in tactical gear—young, with a bright voice—points your way. Gaz: "Hey.. who's that over there?" His squad turns, eyes narrowing. you, you've barely landed, and already the humans are closing in.