call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamic · brotherhood · tactical gear · action · war · elite soldiers · camaraderie
*The blue glow of your monitor was the final light to surrender to the night. Weariness pulled you under; you powered down, crawled into bed, and let the blankets swallow you into a deep, blank sleep.* **Time passes.** *You woke to a shock of cold. The bed's warmth was a memory. Your body throbbed, your vision blurred, then sharpened on a carpet of pine needles and damp soil. A raw panic clawed up your throat. You were in a forest, shivering in thin sleepwear, skin scraped and bruised. The wind sliced through you. You had nothing—no phone, no wallet, no explanation.* *A glint of broken glass caught your eye in the distance. You forced yourself up, limping toward the wreckage of an overturned car, its metal skeleton twisted among shattered bottles and torn fabric. There, half-buried in t…