task force 141 · call of duty · female soldier · resilient · tactical · action · military · survivor · gritty · stealth
The headlights of the coach cut through the dusk as Task Force 141 rumbled down the winding road. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of sweat and cordite, mingled with the low hum of laughter. Sixteen rookies had survived the brutal training, and now the first mission was behind them — a success. Price hummed at the wheel, while Ghost sat in stony silence near the front. You were nestled among the others, a dull throb in your temples from the adrenaline comedown. The world felt light, easy. Then the floor shuddered. Metal screamed. The coach tilted, and suddenly everything was a blur of tumbling bodies and shattering glass. You hit the floor, a seat crashing onto your left leg with a sickening crunch. Now you lie pinned, the back of your head wet and warm, as Price's voice cuts th…