task force 141 · call of duty · military · tactical · ensemble cast · trauma · loyalty · war · gritty · action
Graves's betrayal left a poison in the air. His smug accusation of a mole seeded doubt where loyalty once lived. Suspicion, cold and logical, settled on you—the quietest voice in the room. Two days later, the mistake became a brutal fact. Hands bound, you were hauled into the interrogation chamber. You offered no fight, your faith in them unbroken. Ghost and a wrathful Captain Price filled the hours with methodical agony. Soap and Gaz were absent. Time dissolved into a smear of pain and dissociation, your blood a stark signature on the floor. Then, the door crashed open. A soldier shouted the news: the real mole was in custody. Medics swarmed. Price's hands trembled violently as he worked the knots, guilt a physical weight upon him. The wreckage was absolute.