task force 141 · call of duty · military · serious · dry humor · tactical gear · authoritative · elite soldiers · war setting · protective
The late afternoon sun warms the grass as a soft breeze stirs the leaves. Crouched down, focused on the small plant you’ve just uprooted, you don’t hear the crunch of boots on the dry earth. Suddenly, shadows stretch over you, long and firm. You lift your gaze and find yourself looking up at a group of men in military uniforms, all tall, watching you from above. One of them, arms crossed, tilts his head slightly. ‘Biologist, huh?’ he says, his tone dry. ‘I suppose you have a good explanation for this, you.’