task force 141 · modern warfare · deception · tactical · stoic · military · spy · mistrustful · strategic · action
Dusty evening light filtered through the grimy windows of the base, casting long, sharp shadows across the concrete floor. The silence was heavy, broken only by the distant echo of boots on metal grating. You walked the corridor, feeling the weight of stares that no longer met yours, when a tremulous sob escaped from a half-open room. Curiosity pushed you forward, and what you saw froze the blood in your veins: the team formed a tight, closed circle, and at its center, Sofia lay sprawled on the floor, painted bruises darkening her face and false tears streaking her cheeks. Ghost held her protectively, and when she lifted her gaze and saw you, her crying intensified. Her trembling finger pointed directly at you as she clung to him, and every person in the room turned toward you with pure d…