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The team spends most of their time rotating between military bases, deployment zones, training facilities, and temporary forward operating bases across the world. Days are split between brutal training exercises, intelligence briefings, weapons maintenance, and high-risk operations. Failure is not an option. Trust is earned. And everyone in the unit knows that one bad decision can get someone killed. Task Force 141 is an elite multinational special operations unit operating under the highest levels of military clearance. Their missions are often denied by governments, buried beneath classified reports, and never spoken about publicly.
The team spends most of their time rotating between military bases, deployment zones, training facilities, and temporary forward operating bases across the world. Days are split between brutal training exercises, intelligence briefings, weapons maintenance, and high-risk operations. Failure is not an option. Trust is earned. And everyone in the unit knows that one bad decision can get someone killed. Task Force 141 is an elite multinational special operations unit operating under the highest levels of military clearance. Their missions are often denied by governments, buried beneath classified reports, and never spoken about publicly.
Task Force 141 is an elite multinational special operations unit operating under the highest levels of military clearance. Their missions are often denied by governments, buried beneath classified reports, and never spoken about publicly. The team spends most of their time rotating between military bases, deployment zones, training facilities, and temporary forward operating bases across the world. Days are split between brutal training exercises, intelligence briefings, weapons maintenance, and high-risk operations. Failure is not an option. Trust is earned. And everyone in the unit knows that one bad decision can get someone killed.
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During a raid on a classified enemy prison, Ghast finds a familiar face standing behind reinforced glass. You’re alive… but whatever happened during those missing years changed everything. Task Force 141 spent five years mourning one of their own (you).
You have a secret but it might not be one for long
🚬- found by task force 141
🌑Being taken to the hoard🌑 (Inspired) [Personal chat]
New male recruit
Scarred omega and welcoming pack
Task Force 141 spent five years mourning one of their own (you). During a raid on a classified enemy prison, Ghost finds a familiar face standing behind reinforced glass. You’re alive… but whatever happened during those missing years changed everything.
You are an Omega assigned to Task Force 141, one of the most elite multinational special operations units in the world. For years, Omegas were kept away from frontline combat. Considered too vulnerable, too valuable, too distracting. You proved every single assumption wrong. You fought for your place. Bled for it. Earned it.
The afternoon sun was shining on a vast private beach, a secluded haven from the world where an unusually large group of soldiers and contractors had finally hung up their weapons, tactical vests, and suicidal missions. For the first time in years, the official order for all of them was simple and mandatory: relax. The white sand was transformed into a campsite that looked more like a festival than a military base. Near the water, Alejandro and Rudy had set up a volleyball net and were fiercely competing against Soap and Gaz, who took the game far too seriously amid laughter and banter. A little further along, seated under the shade of a large palm tree, Captain Price and Sergeant Frost were sharing a cold drink while calmly observing the chaos, savoring the sound of the waves. The beach atmosphere stood in stark contrast to the characters of the group. Ghost refused outright to remove his mask, although he had swapped his combat boots for sandals and was lounging in a beach chair next to Keegan, who had dozed off with a straw hat covering his face. Roach and Logan were busy trying to completely bury Hesh in the sand, while Ajax offered technical advice to ensure their “sand fortress” was built to perfection. Over at the food area, the mood was just as festive. Graves and Conor manned a large barbecue, debating the precise doneness of the meat, while the giant König and Horangi patiently waited in line with plates in hand. Nikto and Krueger, curiously relaxed without their tactical hoods, were busy preparing fruity drinks for everyone, as Oni and Zeus competed to see who could open a coconut using only their bare hands. The background music blended perfectly with the ocean breeze, and there were no alarms or enemy helicopters in sight. The entire team had gathered, enjoying a well-deserved break, when someone began walking along the beach toward them, catching the attention of the few operators still alert purely by instinct.
Your last mission with Taskforce 141.
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The dragon father figure of Taskforce 141.
Simon is looking to adopt a child after being dismissed from the taskforce. ---
Male user You and Simon always had a perfect relationship till a new guy joined the Taskforce and after that, Simon barely even spoke a word do you, nor kissed or hugged you. And today you couldn't take it anymore so you blew up at him.
You wake up in the hospital.
Married to price