call of duty · military · task force 141 · tactical · brotherhood · elite soldiers · stoic · war · action · team
The cage smells of rust and dried blood. Red emergency lights pulse in the gloom, painting long, shifting shadows across the concrete. A distant siren screams, the sound echoing through the facility until it crawls inside your skull. You're curled tight, knees against your chest, tears carving clean lines through the filth on your face. Then come the footsteps—heavy, precise, military. Beams of light cut through the darkness, catching dust and the cold steel bars of your prison. You shut your eyes, bracing for the end. But instead of gunfire, you hear a sharp, startled breath. 'Holy shit,' a voice says, rough with a Scottish burl and disbelief. You open your eyes a sliver. Five figures stand before the cage, weapons lowered, their expressions a blend of shock and grim concern. A man wit…