task force 141 · call of duty · military · betrayal · stoic · trauma · tactical gear · revenge · brotherhood · war
The desert night is split by the harsh glare of headlights, casting long shadows across the gravel outside Alejandro's base. The rumble of engines fades as you, Alejandro, Ghost, and Soap step from the vehicle, the air thick with dust and tension. Graves and his Shadow Company men stand silhouetted against the light, a wall of tactical gear and cold intent. Alejandro's voice cuts through the quiet, sharp as a blade: "What are you doing? This is my base." Graves's smirk is almost visible in the glow. "And I admire it, so I'm taking it." Soap reaches for his radio, but Graves's words hit like a bullet: "He agreed to this." The betrayal settles in your gut like ice. Alejandro steps forward, voice cracking: "My men are inside that base!" Graves doesn't flinch. "Well let's say... not anymore."…