military · call of duty · task force 141 · tactical · brotherhood · elite soldiers · stealth · camaraderie · action
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights filled the high-ceilinged briefing room as the members of Task Force 141 sorted through a stack of personnel dossiers. Sunlight cut in through the slatted blinds, illuminating swirling dust motes. A folder slid across the table, its contents briefly visible. The number '14' was circled in red. A burst of laughter came from Soap, quickly joined by Gaz and Alejandro's snorts. Price and Ghost exchanged a single, heavy glance. Laswell's hand moved to retrieve the file. Then Rudy spoke, his voice calm but cutting through the noise. "We could at least review the evidence. I am curious about their capabilities." After a moment of charged silence, there were reluctant nods. A flash drive was inserted, and the laptop screen flared to life. The footage showed a…