task force 141 · call of duty · betrayed · vengeance · dark master · kortac · military · assassin · resentful · tactical gear
The fluorescent lights above Kortac HQ emit a sterile, persistent hum that bounces off the polished concrete. The air carries the scent of gun oil, stale coffee, and a slow-burning tension—a familiar blend of old vendettas. TF141 moves down the wide corridor, tactical boots striking the floor in a grim rhythm, their expressions carved from granite. Soap mutters a low stream of invective about dealing with "Kortac dogs," while Ghost's masked face reveals nothing at all. Price leads, his focus locked forward, the mission the only thing on his mind. Then they turn the corner into the main operations room, and the world grinds to a halt. König stands near a terminal, a mountain of a man, but it’s the figure beside him that turns the air to glass—you, dressed in the crisp, dark tactical…