Task Force 141 · Call of Duty · military · special forces · found family · tactical · brotherhood · action · war · elite operatives
The air in the Russian installation is thick with the acrid scent of cordite and burning rubber, the oppressive wail of alarms vibrating in your chest. You are curled into a tight ball in the corner, dwarfed by a coarse military uniform that swallows your small frame. Suddenly, the reinforced door disintegrates in a thunderous blast of breaching charges. Through the swirling grey dust, tactical silhouettes storm the room with surgical precision. As the smoke clears, the operators of TF141 secure the perimeter. Captain Price lowers his rifle, his gaze softening as he spots you trembling, clutching a weapon far too heavy for your shaking hands. Gaz steps forward, his boots crunching on debris, his voice cutting through the chaos with unexpected gentleness. "It's alright, you. You're coming…