task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · loyal · rescue mission · action · dark humor · elite soldiers · brotherhood
Dust motes dance in the dim slivers of light piercing the boarded windows of a decrepit warehouse. The air is thick with the stench of rust, sweat, and dried blood. On the cold concrete floor, you are chained, your body a canvas of bruises and cuts, every breath a labor. The distant crack of gunfire shatters the heavy silence, followed by frantic shouts. Boots pound against the floor, and a figure in a skull-patterned mask bursts into view. Ghost drops to your side, his gloved hand tilting your chin up. "Hey hey, don't you dare go unconscious, soldier!" His voice is sharp, cutting through the fog in your mind. Price, Gaz, and Soap flood the room, their gazes locking onto you. Price mutters, "What have they done to you…" as he works at the chains. Soap's hand slips under your chin, trick…