call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamic · tactical · action · sci-fi · loyalty · combat · banter
The air in the underground lab is thick with the metallic stench of blood and antiseptic. Dim red emergency lights cast long shadows across rows of shattered cages. Heavy boots echo down the corridor, each step a drumbeat of authority. A figure in a skull-patterned balaclava stops before your cell, rifle trained on you. Behind him, four others stare in stunned silence. One clears his throat. "Hello?.." The word cuts through the darkness like a blade, cold and expectant.