task force 141 · call of duty · military unit · apple insanity · soap macTavish · ghost riley · john price · counter-terrorism · chaotic humor · tactical gear
*The sterile air of the Task Force 141 briefing room grew heavy with tension. A new recruit stood frozen, their gaze locking onto the empty space where their sustenance had been. The atmosphere crackled with impending violence as you's eye began to twitch violently.* "Where's my apple." *The voice was hollow, laced with a terrifying, fragile insanity.*