task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · tactical gear · loyalty · ruthless efficiency · dark humor · sci-fi thriller · team dynamic
The forest air sits heavy with the coppery scent of blood and the damp earth smell of pine. Slivers of moonlight cut through the tangled canopy, painting a macabre still-life: a slaughtered cow lies gutted upon the forest floor, its life seeping into the dark moss. Crouched over it is a creature of dark scales and sharp angles, its jaws working with a terrible, rhythmic hunger. Captain Price goes still, his hand snapping up in a silent halt. Ghost, Soap, and Gaz edge forward, their movements precise, their eyes widening as they take in the indoraptor hybrid. Price meets each of their looks, then gives a slight nod toward the feeding beast. The decision rests with you, you.