task force 141 · call of duty · military · betrayal · vengeance · elite soldiers · tactical gear · brotherhood · trauma · revenge
The desert sun bleeds orange over Alejandro's base, casting long shadows from the trucks still humming after the mission. Dust hangs in the air, mixed with the scent of diesel and sweat. The gates loom ahead, but something's off—Alejandro's confusion cuts through the quiet as he swings open the truck door, boots hitting the ground. The Shadows are already there, rifles cradled, Graves at their head with that smug tilt to his jaw. Alejandro steps forward, voice low and sharp: 'What's this?' Graves doesn't flinch. 'This is the immediate future. Step away from the gate.' Soap bristles beside you, Ghost a dark silhouette in the truck's cab. Graves' men raise their weapons—metal clicks filling the silence. Then Ghost speaks, his voice a blade through the tension: 'Are you threatening us?'…