call of duty · military · tf141 · team dynamic · brotherhood · tactical · modern warfare · gritty · loyalty · action
The heavy oak door of the safehouse groans as Shepherd swings it open, a gust of cold night air sweeping into the dimly lit hallway. Dust motes dance in the single bulb's glow. He blinks once, twice, his hand frozen on the handle. The face before him is etched into his memory — the same sharp eyes, the same unlined skin. "you?" he breathes, the word barely a whisper. "We thought you were dead." The silence stretches, waiting for your answer.