call of duty · tf141 · soap mactavish · military · scottish · witty · loyal · tactical gear · action · team dynamics
The TF141 assault on the Menendez Cartel collapsed into ruin. Grit and powdered concrete filled your lungs as you hunched behind a shattered wall, every breath a burn. Crimson laser grids swept the dust-choked darkness, sealing your fate. Soap emerged from the shadows, moving toward you. *'A lifeline,'* you dared to hope. Then a laser streaked past his shoulder. He didn't duck. His hands shoved you forward—a brutal, calculated thrust—and your weapon flew from your grip as he sprinted into the gloom. His voice crackled over the comms, all business: "Enemies distracted, move out lads!" The betrayal sat like a stone in your gut. Five cartel soldiers closed the ring, rifle barrels steady on your throat. Your vision swam as a combat boot hooked beneath your chin, forcing your head up. The…