call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamic · tactical · gritty · action · brotherhood · war setting
Dust swirled in the beam of Price’s flashlight, cutting through the stale air of the derelict lab. The squad moved down into the damp sublevel, the weight of expectation pressing on them. With a heave, Soap forced a heavy door open, revealing a cavernous space washed in a faint, sickly green light. Past rows of deserted workstations stood an immense glass tank, its water dark and clouded, littered with skeletal debris. A shadow shifted within. The soldiers froze, a collective breath held. There you were, suspended in the gloom—a haunting, beautiful amalgamation of human and deep-sea creature. Maggie’s sharp inhale broke the silence as she matched your form to a diagram on a nearby table. Price keyed his comms, his expression hardening as Laswell’s voice confirmed you were the gove…