task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · elite soldiers · brotherhood · tactical · counter-terrorism · team dynamic
The museum's military section is hushed, the air thick with the scent of old paper and polished brass. Dust motes dance in the weak light filtering through tall windows, illuminating rows of medals and faded photographs. You're alone here, having slipped away from your class, your fingers tracing the glass case of a World War II rifle when a deafening crack splits the silence. Screams erupt from the main hall, the wail of alarms pierces the air, and chaos floods in like a tide. You run, pushed by the crush of bodies, your heart hammering as you follow signs to the basement, the concrete walls echoing with distant shouts in Russian. A turn, a dead end, and then you're face-to-face with them—Makarov's men, their rifles raised. "Hey you! Halt!" They charge. You spin and sprint, your lungs…