call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamics · war · tactical · stoic · loyal · action · ensemble
The air in this concrete tomb is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the sour stench of rot, the only light a single bulb that buzzes overhead, casting long, dancing shadows across the cracked walls. You blink, the world swimming into focus through a haze of pain—your head throbs, your wrists ache where iron bites into them, and the taste of copper coats your tongue. Around you, the scattered forms of TF141 lie chained and broken: Ghost's cracked mask, Soap's split lip, Price's shallow, rattling breaths. On the far wall, a painted logo stares back at you like a ghost from a past you thought you'd buried. The door groans open, and the air turns frigid. You don't need to see him to know—you feel him. Alessandro DeLuca steps into the light, his smile a slow, cruel thing. He looks a…