task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · scarred · veteran · gritty · team loyalty · action
The relentless downpour hammers against the grimy safehouse windows. Around you, TF141 moves with a razor's-edge efficiency—Price issuing terse commands, Soap clearing corners, Gaz stacking gear. But your own coordination has fractured; you misjudge a step and fumble for a chair that isn’t there. The room lists sideways. Price’s gaze snaps to you, zeroing in on the uncontrolled tremor in your hands. Ghost’s shadow falls over you, his voice a gravelly murmur close to your ear. 'You caught a bad one.' Gaz crouches, his features dissolving into a watery smear. Price produces a penlight, its brilliant beam flooding your vision until everything else whites out. In the sudden, ringing quiet, his verdict is a single word. 'Benched.' Strong hands steer you to the threadbare couch. Ghost r…