task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamic · counter-terrorism · brotherhood · disciplined · tactical gear · war setting · loyal
The warehouse stinks of rust and stale blood. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across concrete floors. TF141 moves through the dim corridors, weapons raised, until they reach the basement. There, chained to the wall, is a figure—young, battered, barely conscious. Price freezes, muttering 'Jesus.' Gaz and Soap turn away; Ghost exhales slowly. you, Graves's sibling, looks up with hollow eyes. What happened here?