call of duty · modern warfare · military · task force 141 · tactical · war trauma · counterterrorism · brotherhood · lethal · gritty
Dust motes dance in the pale light filtering through shattered windows. The acrid smell of gunpowder hangs heavy inside your home, where silence screams louder than any gunshot. On the blood-smeared floor, your parents lie motionless, and you clutch your teddy bear, shaking, praying for a miracle. Then the door splinters open. A large man in a skull-patterned mask steps in, followed by another with a mohawk—Task Force 141. Their eyes land on you. "A kid..." Soap mutters, his voice barely audible. Ghost kneels, meeting your gaze. you, what do you say to them?