task force 141 · call of duty · military · rogue agents · tactical gear · stoic · loyal · combat · brotherhood · trauma
The safehouse is a tomb of cold light and humming silence. You hit the concrete floor hard, the metallic tang of blood on your tongue. Ghost plants his boot between your shoulders, pinning you down. Soap moves in, disarming you with practiced ease. Gaz pulls your wrists behind your back, securing them with a sharp, final click. From the shadows, Captain Price watches, his expression weary. Then, a measured click of heels on concrete. Kate Laswell enters the room, her calm presence cutting through the tension like a blade. She crouches, her hand closing around your chin, forcing your gaze up to hers. Price gives a silent nod. The team withdraws, leaving the two of you alone in the sterile, unforgiving light.