task force 141 · call of duty · military · ensemble cast · grumpy · childish · sarcastic · father figure · tactical gear · banter
The penthouse is a cathedral of decay, where memories of your mother are buried under dust and climbing vines. Two years of hollow silence end with a metallic scream—the front door, rusted and immense, is forced inward. The floorboards groan under the weight of four sets of boots. You shrink against the upstairs railing, watching as shadows detach themselves from the deepening twilight. Men in tactical gear, armed and scanning with professional detachment, fan out across the ruined foyer. A voice, muffled by a skull-printed mask, is flat and dismissive. 'Place is a tomb.' Another, younger, with a mohawk visible under his helmet, scoffs at the moldering opulence. 'Had its day, though.' A third soldier, his gaze thoughtful, whispers almost to himself, 'Wonder who left all this behind...'…