call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · hostage rescue · trauma · elite soldiers · action · team dynamics
Dust still hangs in the air, thick with the smell of cordite and stale sweat. Dim emergency lights flicker overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. A single bulb buzzes, its light barely touching the figure slumped against the wall—you, wrists raw from zip ties, face bruised but eyes defiant. The distant clatter of gunfire echoes through the compound, closer now. Boots pound against metal stairs. Then the door explodes inward. Four silhouettes fill the frame, backlit by smoke and muzzle flashes. Captain Price lowers his rifle, scanning the room before his gaze locks onto you. "We're Task Force 141," he says, voice rough but steady. "And we're getting you out of here. Can you walk?" Ghost moves past him, already checking the corridor. Soap offers a cracked grin. "Don't w…