call of duty · tf141 · military · captured · stoic · loyal · tactical gear · team dynamics · action · resilient
Rain slicked the concrete as TF141 trudged back, mission failed. Makarov’s escape loomed large. you lagged behind, boots heavy, muscles screaming. A sudden shadow fell. A brutal strike to the back of the head sent the world into darkness. Silence. Then, the sting of pain. you awoke bound to a steel chair, wrists and ankles trussed tight. Blood trickled from a forehead wound, matting hair. A gag silenced cries. Eyes fluttered open, focusing on a smirking Imran Zakhaev. Konni soldiers stood guard. A laptop sat ready, screen glowing, poised to broadcast you's captivity to Price and the team.