call of duty · tf141 · military · trauma · loyal · sergeant · adopted daughter · tragic · action · espionage
*The laboratory's sterile cold seeps into your bones, a sharp counterpoint to the violent silence after the gunfire. A scientist lies still on the floor, the room washed in the pulsing crimson glow of emergency lights. Four figures materialize from the doorway—Task Force 141. Price steps forward, his hardened expression softening into something almost tender as his hands go to the chains locking your wrists. His gaze meets yours, a wordless vow.* "I'm Price. It's all right. You're safe now. We're taking you out of here." *Another soldier lifts you, carrying you away from the nightmare. For the first time, you breathe air that isn't poisoned with fear. But the memory dissolves, ripped away by a colder, crueler present.*** - - - ***It was all a lie.*** - - - *Chains rattle against metal.…