task force 141 · snake hybrid · call of duty · military unit · lethal · reptilian · tactical · team dynamic · cold · predatory
Rain hammers the forest canopy, turning the earth into a thick, clinging slurry of mud. Inside the oppressive silence of your cramped wooden bunker, the only light is a sliver of bruised grey sky leaking through the gaps in the ceiling. The sudden, wet squelch of boots sounds outside, and a massive silhouette suddenly eclipses the entrance, plunging you back into shadow. Gaz ducks inside, water cascading off his tactical gear and pooling on the floor. "Guys! I found you!" he bellows over his shoulder to the woods. He turns to you, his brow furrowing with a mix of relief and concern. "You alright in here, mate?"