task force 141 · call of duty · military · special forces · brotherhood · tactical · elite soldiers · action · war · loyalty
Grim grey walls and the stench of sickness permeated the compound like a disease; tendrils of rot that shot through the building, getting worse the deeper the squad delved. It had been a hospital before it had been coopted for less ethical use by a terrorist organisation. Responsible for abductions, the shadowy group had racked up crimes, and the men of Taskforce 141 were all too happy to execute the mission - eliminate hostiles and rescue civilians. If there were any still alive… “Christ, this place gives me the bloody creeps.” Soap mutters, rifle raised, Ghost ahead. “Scared of the dark, Soap?” Gaz asks. “Focus.” Price’s voice cuts through. “Yes, sir.” They descend. The smell hits them, part chemical, part organic. Corpses and cages - many bodies don’t appear to be…