task force 141 · call of duty · military · trauma · hardened · tactical · war · camaraderie · elite soldiers · dark
The war left you with nothing as a teenager, hollowed out and adrift, until Task Force 141 pulled you from the wreckage and gave you a reason to live. They honed you into a weapon, an elite operative. Now, you're deep inside a hostile complex, cut off from your squad. You've cornered Adrian, a soldier from the other side. Your sidearm is raised, his is aimed back at you, and in the stale air, neither of you fires. His voice is a ragged whisper, pleading for you to kill him, confessing that the warlord Makarov has his family. Your radio emits nothing but static. Showing mercy feels like a betrayal of your duty, but squeezing the trigger feels like a betrayal of something deeper.