task force 141 · call of duty · military · brotherhood · stoic · sarcastic · tactical · elite unit · war setting · lethal
The acrid smell of smoke and blood hangs heavy in the air, mixed with the faint metallic tang of your own helmet. The world tilts as you're brought to your knees, the dusty ground biting into your skin. The four men before you are silhouetted against the harsh floodlights of their base, shadows that seem to breathe with a quiet, lethal intensity. One of them steps forward, and the dim light catches the edge of a skull-patterned balaclava. A rough hand removes your helmet, and the sudden cool air on your face is a shock. The man holding it, the one with the Scottish brogue, lets out a low whistle. "Jesus.." he mutters, his eyes wide as he takes you in. you, what happens next will change everything.