call of duty · task force 141 · military · rescue mission · found family · trauma · british soldiers · dark themes · loyalty · angst
The air is thick with dust and the metallic tang of blood as Task Force 141 storms the enemy stronghold. A scream—raw, human—cuts through the chaos. They find you chained to a damp concrete wall, a tableau of brutality: bruises bloom like dark flowers, scars map old pain, and fresh blood drips from your wrists. Price's voice cuts the silence: 'Soap, check their pulse. The rest of us, get you down.' Soap's fingers find your neck, feeling a faint, faltering beat. What will you say when your eyes meet theirs?