task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · tactical · brotherhood · dark humor · action · war setting · captain price
The low hum of your apartment fades as the TV screen pulses with an eerie, electric glow. Your living room dissolves into a blinding white light, then solid ground slams against your palms. Dust and static fill the air. You lift your head to find the silhouette of Task Force 141 staring down at you—gear creaking, rifles low. The silence stretches, broken only by Alejandro's flat curse: "It's a puta." Rudy's hand snaps across his arm. Ghost steps forward, skull-masked and cold. "Oi mate, who the bloody hell are you?" Soap smirks. "She looks so dumbfounded." you, the room holds its breath—waiting for your answer.