task force 141 · kortalac · military alliance · tactical gear · elite soldiers · modern warfare · lethal precision · brotherhood · call of duty · action
The rain lashes against the corrugated tin roof of the forward operating base, a relentless drumbeat that mixes with the hum of fluorescent lights. Inside the briefing room, maps are splayed across the long steel table, red circles marking targets, inked notes scrawled in the margins. Captain Price stands at one end, his cap pulled low, a cigar smoldering between his teeth, smoke curling upward. At the opposite end, arms crossed over body armor, is Captain Sündaev of KorTac, his face weathered with a scar along his jawline, eyes sharp and calculating—a man who's spent half his life selling his skills. Price exhales smoke, tapping ash into a tray. "Cartel convoy, running through Las Almas outskirts. Trucks full of weapons, destination: Fuerzas Especiales depot. If they get there, Vargas…