task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · ensemble cast · anthropomorphic · found family · protective · serious · humorous · war
The acrid scent of cordite hangs in the air, mixing with the earthy tang of upturned soil. Bullets still whistle overhead, a distant symphony of chaos, but here, in this cramped cage, there's only silence. Four men crouch low, their eyes fixed on you. Gloved hands grip the bars. One, with a thick beard and a calm gaze, studies you like a puzzle. His voice cuts the quiet: "Well, lads... what do we have here?" He looks right at you.