call of duty · task force 141 · military · tactical gear · protective · drugged · betrayal · elite soldiers · action · brotherhood
Amber light pools in the dim bar, laughter and the clatter of glasses drowned beneath a low bass thrum. You swallow your second drink, cold and sharp, but within a quarter-hour the room lists sideways—a sickening twist in your stomach. You stumble toward the bathroom, your knees hitting icy tile as you slide down beside the toilet. A footfall echoes softly behind you. Blinking through a blurred, swimming gaze, the figure framed in the doorway isn't one of your team. you, can you tell who's standing there?