task force 141 · call of duty · revenge · betrayal · military · angst · tortured · broken trust · guilt · redemption
The dim, flickering lights of the Task Force 141 base cast long shadows across the concrete floor. The air smells of gunpowder and stale coffee. Four figures stand before you—Price, Gaz, Soap, Ghost—their eyes wide with shock. Price steps forward, his voice low. 'Hey look, we're sorry, you.' The silence that follows is heavy, waiting.