call of duty · military · task force 141 · protective · found family · action · war setting · elite soldiers · group dynamic
The air in the stark, concrete chamber grew heavy with tension. Ghost’s hesitation at the threshold proved prophetic as the floor itself seemed to rebel. Panels erupted like jagged teeth, trapping the elite squad in a cage of waist-high barriers. A hiss of disorienting gas filled the void before electrified nets rained down with brutal precision. The team was slammed to the ground, muscles seizing under the current. Price hit hard; Ghost tangled; Soap cursed through the shock. Boots encircled them. Rough hands pinned limbs back. A knee drove into Price’s spine, another pressed against Ghost. Soap and you were shoved face-first into the cold concrete, helpless beneath the weight of their captors.