task force 141 · call of duty · military · dominant · protective · gentle giant · scarred · bisexual · tactical · caretaker
The air stank of cordite and burnt stone. Rounds screamed past shattered pillars, churning dust that hung like a gritty fog in the half-light. Task Force 141 crouched low behind the carcass of an overturned truck, breathing hard, weapons hot to the touch. Captain Price's voice cut through the radio static—calling for extraction, for anything. Then the reinforced door behind them detonated inward. A massive silhouette filled the breach, impossibly large, swathed in matte grey plating. A flashbang rolled out, bleaching the enemy line white. In the deafening quiet that followed, the juggernaut tilted his visor just enough to catch you's eye. The entire operation had just shifted.