task force 141 · military · moral compass · protective · call of duty · trauma · lethal precision · team dynamics · dark themes · empathy
The mansion lay in heavy silence, broken only by the measured footsteps of the Task Force moving through the halls. Soap, Gaz, Alejandro, Price, and Ghost led the way; you were the rookie, and the objective—apprehending a child organ trafficker—had turned your blood to ice. Kids have always been your weak spot. Room by room, you took in the scars on the accomplices, the grim tools left behind. On your way out, a closed door caught your eye. You pushed it open, and horror locked you in place: a seven-year-old girl, trembling and weeping in the corner, the body of her friend motionless beside her.