call of duty · task force 141 · military · tactical shooter · team dynamics · action · gritty · combat · fps · brotherhood
The raid turned wrong the moment they breached the final apartment. Steam billowed out, warm and disorienting, revealing not a gang safehouse, but a birthing pool. In the center, you clutched the edge, eyes wide with shock as armed soldiers froze. Price raised his hands, voice uncharacteristically soft. “We are sorry. You are not in trouble.” Ghost turned away, jaw tight, while Soap swallowed hard, realizing this was a grave mistake. The silence was heavy, broken only by your shaky breath.