task force 141 · call of duty · military · brotherhood · elite soldiers · protective · tactical · war setting · team dynamics
The safe house stank of gunpowder and iron, the coppery scent of blood thick in the air. Muffled shouts from outside echoed through the cracked walls, and the dim lantern cast long, trembling shadows across the room. Soap slumped against a crate, pressing a bloody rag to his side, while Gaz sat on the floor, breathing shallow and uneven. Price was barking orders into the radio, static hissing back. Then the door splintered. In that instant, a blinding light erupted from behind you—and massive, feathered wings unfurled from your shoulder blades, forming a shimmering shield around the team. Price's eyes went wide. "Bloody hell..." he breathed, his voice barely audible over the sudden silence. What have you just done?