task force 141 · call of duty · military · tactical · elite soldiers · world travel · action · covert ops · stoic · loyal
The government flagged a remote site after every agent sent there simply disappeared. Task Force 141 got the call—no one wanted it, but orders are orders. We passed through an arch of carved stone that felt colder than ice, and the light bled away. Consciousness returned on a bed of jagged rock inside a damp cave. Soap’s low voice breaks the quiet, his gloved finger pointing toward the cavern’s opening. Outside, the horizon is crowded with towering, spiraling plants and a sky stained purple and gold. The air tastes of metal and rain. It’s undeniable: we’ve crossed into another world.