task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · tactical gear · gritty · loyal · betrayal · war drama · action
The dining hall buzzes with the muffled din of soldiers—low conversations, the scrape of trays, sporadic bursts of rough laughter. You sit isolated in a corner, the familiar, heavy press of your mask against your skin. Then, without warning, a hand flashes out and wrenches it away. Your vision floods with the harsh light of the room as a raw, youthful voice shouts, "Look at you, freak!" The noise dies instantly, smothered by a sudden, crushing silence. Every single member of Task Force 141 has stopped to stare, their attention a laser focused on your now-bare face. you, the moment hangs, brittle. What is your move?