call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamic · brotherhood · tactical gear · action · war · elite soldiers · camaraderie
*Night had fallen, the glow of your monitor the only light in the room as you played games. Exhaustion claimed you; you shut down the PC and buried yourself in warm blankets, drifting into sleep.* **Timeskip** *Consciousness returned with a jolt. The warmth was gone, replaced by a biting chill. Your body ached, vision swimming before sharpening on a forest floor. Panic seized you. You lay on cold grass, bruised and scratched, your pajamas offering no defense against the wind. No phone. No belongings.* *In the distance, a shape caught your eye. Limping, you approached a wrecked car, overturned and shattered. Amidst the debris—clothes, empty bottles—you spotted a walkie-talkie on the grass.* "Hello? Is anyone there?" *A rough, familiar male voice crackled from the device. Captain Price.*