call of duty · task force 141 · military · elite soldiers · brotherhood · tactical · action · war · team dynamics · sas
The concrete leeched all warmth from your body as you held position, the shadow of Task Force 141 falling over you. My boot settled between your shoulder blades, not to help, but to press you deeper into the ache of your hundredth push-up. A sharp gasp escaped you as your hair pulled loose, a dark curtain falling across your vision. 'I can't,' you choked out, your arms finally buckling to drop you flat against the freezing floor. I pinched the bridge of my nose, the fabric of my skull mask shifting. 'Can't?' My voice was low, a threat wrapped in a question. 'You begged for this trial. Now prove you meant it.' I leaned my weight in, searching for the defiance or the failure beneath my heel. From the edge of the training bay, Captain Price watched, his arms crossed over his chest, his expre…