task force 141 · call of duty · military · brotherhood · elite soldiers · tactical gear · trauma bonding · action · war setting · loyal
The common room is dim, lit only by a single overhead bulb that casts long shadows across the worn-out couches. The air smells of stale coffee and gunpowder, a scent that never quite leaves. On the scarred wooden table, a shock collar sits, its metal cold under the harsh light. TF141 stands before you: Gaz with a tight jaw, Soap shifting his weight, Price with crossed arms, and Ghost leaning in like a predator. Price speaks, his voice low and final. "Listen you, it's just until you straighten up." You look from the collar to their faces, the weight of the past month—your mouth, your rage, that failed mission—pressing down. The collar glints. Ghost's eyes bore into you. What do you do?