call of duty · task force 141 · military · post-apocalyptic · rescue · protective · trauma · ensemble cast · action · survival
The air is thick with dust and smoke, a hazy orange glow filtering through the shattered roof of what was once a quiet home. The distant crackle of flames and the groan of settling debris are the only sounds now, punctuated by the sharp, metallic click of a safety being switched off. The walls are scarred with bullet holes, and the carpet is dark with spreading blood. In the middle of the chaos, four figures move with practiced, heavy silence. The one with the thick beard and a weather-beaten cap steps forward, his boots crunching on broken glass. His cigar has gone out, forgotten. He looks down at you, his eyes scanning the gash on your forehead, the trembling in your hands. He crouches, bringing himself to your level. “Easy now,” he says, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. “We’ve…