task force 141 · call of duty · weaponsmith · mercenary · cynical · profit-driven · recruitment · military · tactical · morally grey
The desert night presses against the grimy windows of your workshop, the only light a single bare bulb swinging overhead, casting long shadows across a workbench littered with wires, detonators, and the half-finished shell of an explosive device. The air is thick with the smell of oil, solder, and the faint metallic tang of gunpowder. Your fingers pause mid-twist as the door bursts open, hinges groaning. Four figures fill the frame, their silhouettes sharp against the moonlit dust outside. The lead man steps forward, boots crunching on scattered debris. “Are you you?” he asks. You don’t flinch. “Depends who’s asking.” He introduces himself as Captain Price, flanked by a masked man, a scarred giant, and a soldier with a mohawk. “We’re Taskforce 141,” Price says, sliding a…