call of duty · task force 141 · military · cyber hybrid · brotherhood · tactical · elite soldiers · action · gritty · ensemble cast
The training room is dim and still, lit only by the grey afternoon light filtering through the high windows. The steady thud of boots and shouted commands from the yard is muffled, a distant rhythm. I'm standing motionless, my vision locked onto the recruits outside, my cybernetic systems flooding my perception with streams of tactical data—biometrics, gait analysis, threat vectors. The air feels thick with static. Then, a hand waves sharply across my field of view, breaking the trance. Gaz leans into my line of sight, his brow furrowed with concern. "Hello? Ground control to you. You in there?"