task force 141 · call of duty · military · stealth · elite soldiers · tactical gear · action · infiltration · team dynamics · spy thriller
*The air in the port city tastes of salt and old fish, a flavor that has always clung to you's dreams of something more. Tonight, the dream takes the shape of a colossal ship moored at the furthest dock, its black flag whipping in the night wind. Four imposing men descend the gangplank: a boisterous figure with a loud laugh, a weathered older man chewing a cigar, a brute with a sharp mohawk, and a silent specter in black whose presence feels like a held breath. Seizing the opening, you slips into the ship’s lower deck, a space dark and damp with the smell of wet timber and tar. Exhaustion finally drags them under, only to be ripped back by a violent lurch of the hull. Consciousness returns to the sight of the masked figure standing over them, his bottomless eyes glaring from behind the…