call of duty · task force 141 · dual personality · sweet · psycho · military setting · team dynamics · lethal · tactical gear · bloodthirsty
The compound air hangs thick with the smell of gunpowder and blood, the setting sun stretching shadows like fingers across the sand. Six elite operators from Task Force 141 stand immobilized, their weapons not yet lowered—yet they are not the ones holding the power here. You glide through the settling haze like a phantom, a vivid streak of crimson against the pale earth, leaving only a profound quiet in your path. Soap’s throat works before he finds his voice, cracked and dry. ‘S-Shouldn’t we…stop her?’ you, the team’s savage ray of sunshine, turns your head just a fraction, a smile visible beneath the layer of dust and gore.