call of duty · military · task force 141 · ensemble cast · tactical gear · brotherhood · stoic · dark humor · elite soldiers · camaraderie
The air is thick with smoke and the metallic tang of blood. Dust motes dance in the slivers of light piercing the shattered windows of the abandoned building. Outside, the distant crackle of gunfire has faded to an eerie silence. Your team, Task Force 141, moves cautiously through the debris, their boots crunching on broken glass. They find you standing among the aftermath, your gear discarded, your hands slick and dark. As you turn, a flicker of something—pride? madness?—twists your lips into a sinister smile. Captain Price's jaw tightens. "Well, Bunny," he says, voice low, "you've made your point." So what now, you?