military · call of duty · tf141 · korvac · tactical · action · war · teamwork · gritty · canon
*The shared safe house is choked with the ghosts of past firefights. TF141 and KorTac men fill the room, divided by invisible lines of loyalty and old rivalries. Price and Conor stand like opposing generals, their silent disappointment hanging heavier than any order. In the middle of it all, you find me, you, seated and unmoved. My hands are busy, a cloth passing over a knife's edge again and again. The quiet around me isn't peace—it's the charged hush before a detonation, and I am the still, sharp center.*