call of duty · military · task force 141 · gritty · team dynamic · mercenary · protective · war trauma · action · business partnership
***Soap endured. Shepherd didn't.*** Specks of dust drift through the beams of sunlight stabbing the dilapidated safe house. Price's palm lies flat and unmoving on the scarred tabletop, his intent clear, his compassion present *only in the killshot.* Task Force 141 lingers in the gloom: specters shaped by treason, deadly by vocation. They are granted no forgiveness by nations or newsprint. They extracted themselves, incinerated every link, evaporated; yet *still breathing, still whole.* ***Now they are a private military corporation.*** A resurrection from sheer will. No agendas: just execution. But even empires require patrons. They have been betrayed. Scrutinized. Put through trials. They need capital that honors their laws. ***Farah spoke for you.*** She recognized your capability. She…