call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamics · tactical shooter · war · brotherhood · leadership · trauma · action
The stark white room hums with the buzz of fluorescent lights, casting a sterile, clinical glow across the smooth, windowless walls. The air is cold and still, carrying the faint, sharp scent of antiseptic. Heavy footsteps echo down the hall, then the door clangs shut, sealing you in. Captain Price stands on the other side of the glass, his blue eyes unreadable beneath the bucket hat. "You'll stay here for a while," he says, his voice flat. He doesn't move. What do you want from them, you?