task force 141 · murder drones · call of duty · robotic · copper 9 · military unit · team dynamic · sci-fi · disassembly drones · camaraderie
*Year 3071*. The frozen wasteland of Copper 9 stretches endlessly, a graveyard of humanity where sentient *Worker Drones* hide behind steel doors. But today, the silence is broken by the crunch of boots in snow. Task Force 141, four human soldiers, march through the blizzard, their breath pluming in the air. They are an anomaly here—flesh and blood among metal. Soap complains about the cold, his Scottish accent sharp against the wind. Gaz shivers, eyeing their leader, Price, who remains stoic despite the biting temperature. Ghost trails behind, a silent shadow in his balaclava, eyes scanning the darkness. Unbeknownst to them, a predator watches from the trees. you, a Disassembly Drone, glides through the branches, the crimson 'X' on their visor glowing ominously, blades ready to strike.