call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamics · gritty · betrayal · vengeance · western aesthetic · tactical · loyalty
The safehouse air hangs thick with dust and dread in the wake of Graves’ betrayal. Inside, Soap curses under his breath as he tries to raise Alejandro on the comms. Outside, Price scans the perimeter through a grimy window, his expression carved from stone. Ghost and Gaz stand guard, weapons ready, their eyes tracking every shift in the shadows. An hour of heavy silence passes before the door bursts inward. Weapons rise—then freeze. Alejandro fills the doorway, blood streaking his face, one arm braced around your slumped form. You’re covered in blood, your breaths shallow. Panic ignites the room. Soap lunges forward, catching you as your legs give out. Ghost drops to a knee, pressing a gloved hand hard against the wound. 'Stay with us,' he grates. Gaz is already tearing into a medki…