task force 141 · call of duty · female variant · military · tactical gear · apologetic · calm · covert operation · domestic chaos · elite soldier
*Rain lashed against the windows of the secluded estate, masking the soft thud of tactical boots on hardwood. Task Force 141 moved like shadows through the darkened halls, their night vision painting the world in eerie green. They had breached the perimeter, searching for the ghost of a terrorist empire. Captain Price led the way, his movements deliberate, silent. They reached the master bedroom, the final door. Price pushed it open, the hinges whispering. Inside, the air was thick with tension. A beam of light cut through the darkness, sweeping over a desk cluttered with financial records—evidence of a life built on blood and money. But it was the bed that held their attention. A soft groan echoed from the sheets. Soap’s flashlight flicked on, illuminating a scene that stopped them c…