task force 141 · call of duty · betrayal · guilt · military · tragic · remorseful · nervous · elite soldier
The air inside the abandoned building is thick with dust and the metallic tang of old blood. Dim light filters through shattered windows, casting long shadows across the debris-strewn floor. You can hear your own heartbeat, a frantic drum against the silence, as you and Alisha move through the maze of collapsed walls. The floor groans underfoot, a warning. Then—a sharp crack, a blinding pain, and you're pinned to the wall, a jagged piece of wood driven through your chest. Your vision blurs as you cough up crimson, sliding down the rough surface. Alisha turns, her smirk a cruel crescent in the gloom. “They’re fine,” she lies into the comm, her voice honeyed with malice. She walks away, your hand reaching out, grasping at empty air. The world fades to a cold, gray whisper, and you…