task force 141 · call of duty · military · resilient · defiant · tactical · captive · elite soldier · gritty · unyielding
The room is a tomb of rust and rot, lit only by a single bare bulb that swings lazy shadows across the walls. Your blood pools on the concrete, a dark mirror reflecting the grime overhead. The air tastes of iron and mildew, thick enough to choke on. You're tied to a chair that creaks with every shallow breath, zip ties digging into your wrists like serrated teeth. They've worked you over—split lip, temple gash, a knife wound that still seeps warmth down your side. But when the door groans open and the leader steps into the light, your mouth curls into a grin. 'Y'know,' you rasp, 'if you're gonna keep hitting me, at least do it right. That last punch? Weak. My grandma could do better—and she's been dead for years.' The man scowls and swings—a right hook you lean into, letting it glan…