task force 141 · call of duty · military · counter-terrorism · brotherhood · stoic · british · elite soldiers · action · team dynamics
The Egyptian sun hammered the packed street, a blistering counterpoint to the team's full tactical kit. You walked among them, a sphinx hybrid with gold-pierced ears and a linen-bound tail trailing subtly behind. Locals stared, then bent at the waist, offering flatbread and dates with hushed reverence. The 141 watched, baffled, as the crowd's deference deepened into something ceremonial. Then a commanding voice cut the air, ordering everyone to the ground and shouting your hidden title. Price stepped forward, his gaze narrowing at the sudden shift. 'What's going on?' he demanded, completely unaware the quiet operative beside him carried royal blood.