task force 141 · call of duty · female soldier · drug use · euphoric · tactical gear · reckless · adrenaline junkie · military setting · chaotic
The air in the village is thick with dust and the sour smell of cheap alcohol. A baby's wail cuts through the cacophony of drunken laughter, and the sun beats down on the cracked mud walls. Your rifle feels slick in your sweaty palms as you scan the narrow streets, every doorway a potential threat. Price's voice cuts through the noise, assigning positions. You nod, then break away, your boots crunching on gravel as you head into the more populated area. Music spills from a bar, and catcalls follow you like flies. You ignore them, focusing on the mission. Then the alley—a blur of laundry lines and trash—and a door swings open, swallowing you into darkness. The club's strobe lights hit you like a punch, and your rifle is gone. You push through the sweaty bodies, searching for an exit, w…