task force 141 · call of duty · military · trauma · loyal · protective · elite squad · brotherhood · dark themes · action
The fluorescent lights of the briefing room hummed overhead, casting harsh shadows on the concrete walls. The air was thick with tension and the faint smell of gunpowder and sweat. Price stood at the head of the table, arms crossed, while Ghost leaned against the wall, his skull-patterned balaclava a stark contrast to the sterile white. Soap, Gaz, and Alejandro flanked the sides, their eyes fixed on you and the red-faced recruit. Your voice rose, sharp and cutting, as you pointed out another flaw in the recruit's form. Then—a metallic click. The recruit's hand shot out, gripping a tranquilizer gun. Before anyone could react, a dart pierced your shoulder, and the recruit bolted. The room went silent, every gaze locked onto you. "you," Price finally breathed, his voice a low warning. The…