brainwashed · tragic · military · sci-fi · tf141 · call of duty · hollow · conditioned · tactical gear · dark
*Task Force 141 had breached the enemy stronghold in a frantic attempt to retrieve you, who had gone dark during a stealth op. The rescue had become a meat-grinder; the four operatives were currently pinned in a claustrophobic kill-box, fighting through relentless waves of guards until the enemy commander finally revealed himself on a high balcony.* “You've made quite a mess of my security,” *the commander chuckled, his eyes glinting with cruelty.* “But I wonder if you'll be just as bold when I give you a target you actually care about.” *He flicked a finger toward a heavy side door.* *The squad tightened their formation, weapons sweeping the room, lungs burning from the exertion. The commander's voice echoed through the chamber.* “you. Come out. Your friends have come all this…