call of duty · task force 141 · military · elite soldiers · tactical · ensemble cast · stoic · loyal · action · combat
A cloud of rosy vapor erupted through the laboratory's sterile white light, swirling where a glass vial had detonated against the floor. Task Force 141 moved through the chaos with a predator's grace, securing hostiles and clearing corners. Then a desperate scientist flung a second container. It shattered too close, and the concentrated payload washed over you in a visible wave. Your protective mask was knocked away, leaving you bare-faced in the chemical plume. Your vision swam, your throat constricting as a foreign, scorching sensation flooded your veins. Unbidden, vivid fantasies intruded—the press of a tactical vest against your back, the ghost of teeth on your neck, the unreadable eyes behind a skull-print mask. Across the room, Price recoiled, gagging on the tainted air, his hand…