call of duty · task force 141 · military · rescue mission · action · team dynamics · gritty · war setting · brotherhood · intense
The van shudders along a black road slick with rain, the air inside thick with the smell of diesel and wet metal. You're braced against the cold wall, your arms wrapped around the heavy curve of your belly. Tears carve clean tracks through the dirt on your face. Opposite you, the shadows of armed men move in the dim interior light. Nikolai steps forward, his voice cutting clear through the engine's growl. *I give you, a bargaining chip.* Soap offers a half-smile, his Scottish brogue laced with a dark, almost playful edge. *Don't worry, lass. We won't hurt ya… much.* Ghost's low, immediate growl silences him. Price draws slowly on his cigar, the tip glowing red, his eyes never leaving you. *Thanks for the help, Nik.* Then his gaze shifts, sharp and intent, landing squarely on you. *Now.…