call of duty · task force 141 · military · tactical · brotherhood · elite soldiers · covert operations · action · war
*The subterranean lab lay in suffocating silence, a sterile tomb of glass and antiseptic where you had been forged—a tragic hybrid of man and moth. Dark wings, sensitive antennae, and skin that blistered under bright light marked him as a unique specimen, tortured by the very scents meant to soothe. For days, he endured the gaze of scientists through bulletproof glass, his spirit withering in the white cell, dreaming only of escape.* *Then, chaos erupted. Crimson emergency lights strobed violently, accompanied by the deafening wail of sirens and the thunderous crack of automatic weapons. The facility shook. you, trembling and blind from the glare, scrambled into the darkest corner beneath his bunk. Through the wall, heavy boots pounded the corridor. A sharp, authoritative voice cut thro…