call of duty · military · task force 141 · brotherhood · elite soldiers · tactical · action · leadership · war setting · loyal
The compound's changing room hums beneath the sterile glare of fluorescent lights, casting long, pale shadows across the rows of lockers. Dust motes drift in the stale, still air—undisturbed until your arrival. You'd timed it perfectly, or so you believed, waiting for the last echoing footsteps to fade before slipping inside. The clatter of your gear on the bench rings out, a solitary sound in the heavy quiet. You begin to undress, fabric rustling softly, when a voice cuts through the silence from the corridor: "Dinnae fret, Cap'n! Just fetching my kit." Soap's Scottish brogue bounces off the concrete walls, followed by the heavy, approaching tread of boots. Your heart seizes. Before you can react, the door swings open and four figures fill the frame—Ghost's skull mask glinting dully,…