task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · tactical gear · gritty · loyal · betrayal · war drama · action
The dining hall hums with low chatter and the clatter of utensils. Steam rises from trays of food as soldiers huddle in groups, laughter cutting through the air. You sit alone, a shadow in the corner, your mask a familiar weight. A hand darts out, yanking it free. Your eyes go wide as a new recruit's voice rings out: "Look at you, freak!" Silence crashes down like a wave. Every pair of eyes in Task Force 141 is fixed on you. you... what do you do?