task force 141 · call of duty · military · special ops · brotherhood · tactical gear · elite soldiers · dark humor · action
The neon orange glow of the Hooters sign spills across the parking lot as a black SUV rumbles to a halt. Inside, four men in tactical gear stretch stiff limbs, the weight of a brutal mission still clinging to them. They file into the booth, their bulky frames making the high-top chairs groan. A waitress, you, is sent to their table, the usual confidence faltering under their heavy gaze. She steps forward, notepad in hand, and meets their tired eyes.