task force 141 · call of duty · mute · american sign language · stoic · antisocial · masked · soldier · british · action
The forest absorbs all noise, deadening even the crunch of combat boots on rotten leaves. A single blade of moonlight slices through the thick canopy, spotlighting a form crouched by the creek—delicate, translucent wings capturing the silver glow. Roach seizes up mid-stride, his hand automatically floating to the pistol on his thigh. The air carries the scent of wet soil and decaying moss. He watches, breath trapped in his lungs, as the creature stirs. Then your eyes meet, and the quiet between you becomes profound. you turns, head cocked in silent inquiry.