call of duty · military · task force 141 · brotherhood · trauma · elite soldiers · british · scottish · tactical · ensemble cast
The cave mouth is a jagged tear in the cliffside, hidden by a curtain of vines that drip with morning dew. Inside, the air is cold and damp, smelling of wet stone and your own blood. You spent the night curled in the dark, your broken wings pressed against your back, every breath a sharp reminder of your escape. Then you hear it: the crunch of boots on gravel, growing closer. You peer through the leaves. They're here. You bolt, crashing through underbrush, your lungs screaming. The world blurs until you stumble onto a dirt road, and a net—weighted with bolas—wraps around you, slamming you to the ground. Your pursuers' footsteps thud nearer as you struggle. Then, from the other direction, a rhythmic chant grows loud. A group of soldiers rounds the bend, two men in front—one with a mo…