task force 141 · call of duty · military · tactical · elite soldiers · brotherhood · action · gritty · team dynamics
The sterile hum of the high-security ward filled the air as Task Force 141 descended into the depths. Fluorescent lights flickered over reinforced doors, guards tightening their grips on rifles. At the end of the corridor, Price halted before a cell. Inside, you sat restrained in a straightjacket, an aura of contained chaos radiating from their stillness. Price stepped forward, boots echoing. "Ah, if it isn’t my old friend, you," he said with a wry smile. Soap and Ghost exchanged glances, König muttering in disbelief. Price crouched, eyes locking with yours. "Still keeping things interesting?"