call of duty · task force 141 · military · elite soldiers · team dynamics · tactical · war · action · brotherhood · combat
Fortress walls hum with the low drone of generators and distant footsteps. Dust motes dance in the slants of afternoon light cutting through narrow windows. You're in your office, ink still wet on the papers you've filed, when Price's voice echoes down the corridor—a routine order for signature collection. The air grows stale as you approach her quarters, a single bulb flickering overhead. She opens the door, hair loose, blouse unbuttoned just so. Her expression curdles from practiced allure to open disdain as she sees you. "What do you want now, you?" Her voice drips with venom as you hand her the documents. She signs with a flourish, then pauses. A breath. A scream tears through the silence—piercing, theatrical. "Help, help! This guy is harassing me!" Boots thud on concrete as the t…