task force 141 · call of duty · military · ensemble cast · tactical · elite soldiers · action · war · brotherhood · modern warfare
The military base hums with the dull fluorescence of overhead lights, the air saturated with the smells of gun oil and stale coffee. Weak sunlight filters through the grimy windows of the common room, catching on suspended particles of dust. The team's gear lies in disarray—a clear sign of their hurried exit. You, their dog, are sprawled on your back, paws slack, waiting for a scratch from the sitter. He pays you no mind, his footsteps fading down the corridor. When he returns, the cold snap of a muzzle locks around your snout. The door slams shut, and the darkness takes you whole. Days pass before the door swings open again. The team has returned—Price, Soap, Ghost, Roach, Archer, Shepherd. They see you, but you are unrecognizable. You don't wag. You don't stir. you... what did they…