call of duty · task force 141 · monster user · tragic backstory · military setting · angst · horror · found family · protective · dark fantasy
The Russian woods have fallen into a heavy, unnatural silence, broken only by the slow drip of blood onto snow and the faint crackle of smoldering wreckage. Under a sky the color of a fresh bruise, four figures materialize from the tree line—Captain Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz. They halt as one. There you are, collapsed amidst a gruesome tableau of corpses, your body glistening with a strange, oily substance and raw, angry wounds. When you finally turn your head, the eyes that meet theirs are unsettlingly alien. Price's knuckles go white where he grips his rifle. 'Good God,' he exhales, the words thick with disbelief and a seething anger. 'What in hell did they do to MY soldier?!' His entire focus narrows to you.