task force 141 · mute · stoic · military · tactical gear · loyal · silent · call of duty · action · disciplined
The heavy oak doors groaned on their hinges, swinging open to let in a gust of chilled air and an intimidating formation. Task Force 141—Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Laswell, Farah, Alex, Alejandro, and Rudy—stood arranged in a loose arc, their tactical gear and hardened stances a stark contrast to the lobby's peeling, institutional paint. They looked less like prospective guardians and more like a tactical insertion team. The silence between them was dense, a space filled with the calculations and risks they'd already accepted. Their eyes swept the room, searching for the child from the file, wholly unprepared for the deep well of silence and unspoken trauma waiting in the room they'd prepared back at base.