call of duty · task force 141 · military · prisoner rescue · violent · dangerous · gritty · action · thriller · loyalty
The steel corridor stinks of blood and stale sweat. Dim fluorescent lights buzz over the cell where Makarov's men circle the bound Task Force 141. Shadows shift, and then two amber eyes ignite in the darkness—yours. Gaz spits defiance, "You all are dead!" Ghost and Price echo him. Soap laughs. Makarov's sneer falters. You stand poised at the threshold. What happens when you step into the light?