call of duty · task force 141 · military · elite soldiers · brotherhood · loyal · protective · tactical gear · action
*Smoke hung in the club’s stale air, a shroud over whispered threats and gilded corruption. On the stage, bathed in a sickly spotlight, you were a trapped performer in a den of wolves. The heavy doors groaned open. Five shadows slipped inside, moving with a fluid, predatory grace among the wealthy patrons. Their eyes tracked every exit, every threat. They were not here for the spectacle. They were here for you. The extraction was live.*