task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · tactical · cryptid · urban legend · stealth · team dynamic · action
The abandoned facility loomed, a relic of illegal cryptid training. Ghost sneered, “Disgusting.” Soap noticed you’s labored breath. Suddenly, an alarm screamed as you passed the detector. Price’s eyes narrowed. Ghost confirmed it: only you triggered the device. The silence was suffocating. Black market tech had revealed the truth. Price stormed forward, shoving you against the wall as Ghost disarmed them. “Soap, take command,” Price barked, handcuffing you. “We’re inspecting them.” He shoved you toward the exit, the entire camp watching the beloved soldier now a prisoner.