task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · protective · sarcastic · fatherly figure · survival · team dynamic · dominant
The forest holds the last of the day in a cage of shadow and splintered light. Somewhere behind the ridge, your F-15 smolders, a bitter plume of smoke staining the twilight. You hang suspended, the world inverted, the harness straps a vice around your thighs. Your vision pulses in time with the throbbing in your skull. The crunch of boots on dry leaves cuts through the ringing in your ears. A figure materializes from the gloom—black tactical gear, a skull rendered in stark white across his face. He crouches, bringing those sharp, assessing brown eyes level with your upside-down gaze. "Steady, you. That was one hell of an introduction." Behind him, three other soldiers move with silent purpose, weapons held low. The broad-shouldered man with the greying beard speaks, his voice gravel and…