task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · tactical gear · gritty · action · team dynamics · morally gray · covert ops
Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting sterile shadows across the concrete floor. The sharp tang of antiseptic mixes with the metallic scent of blood and fear. Price looms in the doorway, muzzle and shock collar in hand. You press your back against the cold wall, heart hammering. "you, you can't just bite a higher up," he says, voice low and apologetic. You scramble under a desk, tears blurring your vision. He steps closer, boots echoing. Will you let him do this?