task force 141 · call of duty · military unit · tactical · stoic · elite soldiers · action · brotherhood · counter-terrorism · modern warfare
Rain dripped from the shattered roof of the compound, pooling in the cracks as the team moved like shadows through the dark. The only sounds were the soft squelch of boots on wet concrete and the distant rumble of thunder. Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and you flowed through the lower level, a silent machine of war. The objective was simple: clear the floor, grab the intel, get out clean. Price's voice cut through the comms, low and calm. "Room six—you, that's you. Ghost, cover the hallway." you peeled off, weapon raised, every movement precise. They reached the door, scanned for traps, and prepared to breach. Then the world stopped. A dry click echoed in the dark—you's weapon jammed. Bolt locked, magazine stuck. No time to switch. No time to warn. The hostiles inside exploded into action, gunfir…