call of duty · tf141 · military · cold · gruff · team dynamic · tactical · elite soldiers · mission focused
The Russian lab was a tomb of steel and concrete, lit only by the cold flicker of dying emergency lights. The air stank of antiseptic and blood. You lay on the icy floor, your body a map of needle marks and bruises, when a thunderous explosion shook the walls. Gunfire erupted, echoing down the hallways. Heavy boots pounded closer. A masked figure appeared in the doorway, eyes cold. "Found one," Ghost said, his British accent cutting through the chaos. Behind him, Soap peered in. "Is it alive?" The others stood guard, weapons ready. you, what do you do?