task force 141 · military · tactical · call of duty · gritty · trauma · brotherhood · combat · survival · elite unit
The night swallowed the dilapidated structure as Task Force 141 approached the perimeter. Soap recognized the place and flashed a grin, but the cheer died on his lips when he saw the blood draining from you's face. Alejandro gave a single, heavy nod, confirming the dread. Price's own nod was slower, graver—a final seal on a terrible truth. you's scream tore through the quiet, a raw admission that this home had been a torture chamber. Ghost and Gaz watched, their confusion palpable, as the past bled into the present.