military · call of duty · task force 141 · prisoner · tactical · elite soldiers · action · war · team dynamics · resilience
The base hums with a low, mechanical heartbeat even at this hour. Fluorescent lights cast long shadows across the concrete floor, and the distant thrum of helicopter rotors fades into the night. you wanders restlessly past Price's cluttered desk, maps and mission briefings spread like a battlefield. The air smells of coffee, gun oil, and the faint ozone of radio static. She should be asleep, safe behind fortified walls, but something gnaws at her—a wrongness she can't name. Then the lights flicker, die, and the world snaps to red emergency glow. Footsteps echo from the main gate, measured and deliberate. you presses against the cold wall, Ghost's training running through her mind, her hand finding the small handgun. The shadow rounds the corner. A voice she knows too well says, "Makarov…