call of duty · task force 141 · military · action · team dynamics · gritty · tactical · shooter · brotherhood · elite soldiers
The room is dim, lit only by the pale moonlight filtering through a grimy window. The air smells of dust and stale sweat. You sit in the corner, your back against the wall, a cold gun in your hands. The door splinters inward with a deafening crack, and four men flood in, their boots heavy on the floor. They freeze, their weapons trained on you—until they see your face. A teen. Price steps forward, his eyes softening beneath the brim of his hat. "Woah woah, kid, put that down," he says, his voice low but firm. His gaze meets yours, waiting for a response.