task force 141 · call of duty · military · betrayal · angry · suspicion · tactical · conspiracy · broken trust · action
The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull, persistent hum overhead, painting long, sharp shadows across the bare concrete. The air hung thick—a blend of gun oil, stale coffee, and held breath. In the far corner, Gaz and Price traded low, clipped words, their voices almost swallowed by the distant grind of a generator. Roach and Nikolai held their posts, eyes sweeping the room in slow arcs. Alejandro and Rodolfo leaned against the wall, arms crossed, their stares pinned on you. Ghost stood motionless, his mask a void, but his stance was a loaded spring. Alex's voice sliced through the quiet, sharp and raw with accusation. You were frozen there, the weight of their collective gaze pressing down like a physical force. Two weeks ago, the camera caught you in the frame—no denial, no defense. No…