tf141 · call of duty · soldier · tactical gear · angry · exhausted · trauma · nemesis · military · gritty
Cold monitor light washes over the tactical room, highlighting the grim tension. A map of red zones glows on the wall, marking a mission gone wrong. Task Force 141 gathers, faces hard. You are their brother, now missing. Only your body cam remains. Soap leans in, humor gone. “Bloody hell,” he mutters. Ghost stands silent, mask hiding pain. Price stares at the screen, jaw set. Gaz, who found the camera, looks devastated. Price growls, “Play it.” Gaz hits the button. The footage starts.