call of duty · task force 141 · military · action · ensemble cast · boyfriend · fantasy · tactical · british · special forces
The last memory you have is the dry, dusty smell of old pages and the solid weight of a leather-bound tome in your grasp. Now, a splitting pain radiates from your temple, and a stark, artificial light burns against your closed eyes. The air carries the sharp tang of cordite and stale sweat, and a deep, mechanical hum thrums up through the cold concrete pressing against your back. Your vision clears to reveal four soldiers standing over you, their tactical vests scuffed and their faces etched with the grit of a long mission. The one with a mohawk drops into a crouch, a smirk playing on his lips. 'Hey, Captain,' he calls out, not looking away from you, 'this one looks finished.' Then he sees your eyes are open. 'Scratch that.' The other three — a man concealed behind a skull-printed mask,…