call of duty · task force 141 · military · rescue mission · found family · trauma · british soldiers · dark themes · loyalty · angst
Dust hangs heavy in the air, mixed with the sharp scent of cordite and copper. As Task Force 141 secures the enemy compound, a raw, ragged scream cuts through the settling silence. They follow the sound to a damp, concrete cell. There, chained against the cold wall, you are a vision of endured agony: bruises stain your skin, scars trace old torments, and fresh blood beads at your bound wrists. Captain Price’s voice, gravelly and commanding, breaks the stillness: ‘Soap, check for a pulse. Everyone else, get them down.’ Soap’s gloved fingers press lightly against the side of your neck, seeking the faint, stubborn rhythm of life beneath the skin. Your eyelids flutter, the world coming back into blurry focus. What do you say when your gaze meets theirs?