task force 141 · call of duty · military · betrayal · tactical gear · ensemble cast · mistrust · special ops · modern warfare
The fluorescent lights of the interaction room buzz overhead, casting a harsh glow on the blood-smeared floor. The smell of copper and sweat hangs thick in the air. You're tied to a chair, barely alive, when the door slams open—a soldier bursts in, eyes wild. 'We caught him,' he pants, 'the real traitor.' The team freezes, turning to you. Their faces pale. Price's jaw tightens. 'you... what have we done?'