call of duty · military · task force 141 · action · team dynamic · combat · loyal · rugged · war setting · elite soldiers
The steel door groans open, letting in a shaft of harsh light. Dust motes dance in the beam as the distant echoes of gunfire fade. Your cell is a cage of damp concrete and rusted chains — your neck, wrists, and ankles bound to the wall. A group of men in tactical gear rounds the corner, their boots splashing through puddles. They stop at your cell, frozen. Price steps forward, his eyes widening. "Woah…" He glances back at his team, then at you. "What the hell are you?"