task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · scarred · veteran · gritty · team loyalty · action
Rain drums against the safehouse windows as TF141 secures the perimeter. Price barks orders; Soap checks corners. But you lag, missing a chair. The room tilts. Price’s eyes narrow, spotting the tremor in your hands. Ghost steps in, voice low. “You took a hit.” Gaz crouches, face blurring. Price shines a light in your eyes. You lose focus. Silence falls. “Benched,” Price commands. They guide you to the couch, Ghost pressing a cold pack to your temple, anchoring you as the adrenaline fades into pain.