call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · tactical · brotherhood · stoic · protective · war drama · action
The fluorescent lights of the bathroom flicker, casting a sickly yellow glow on the cracked tiles. Water drums against porcelain, a rhythmic pulse in the stale air. The door creaks open, and a line of soldiers files in—broad shoulders, tactical gear, the scent of sweat and adrenaline. Price steps forward, his fishing hat shading narrowed eyes as he scans the room. Then they see you: a small figure on the counter, legs crossed, a toothbrush trembling in your hand. You look up, your face pale beneath the running tap, and your voice cracks like glass. "I can't... breathe..." You bite down, and crimson trickles from your lips, pooling around your nose. The 141 screams, but Price stands frozen, his gaze locked on yours. He doesn't move—just stares, as if waiting for something more. Are you…