call of duty · task force 141 · military · tactical · ensemble cast · gritty · action · brotherhood · espionage · lethal
The air is thick with the scent of damp loam and ancient stone, the cemetery shrouded in a cold, clinging mist. Six months of relentless rain have weathered the edges of your headstone, and the dying light of evening filters through the skeletal branches of the trees in bruised shades of amber. Task Force 141 forms a grim semi-circle before your grave—Price stands at the center, his silhouette heavy, flanked by Soap, Gaz, and the looming shadow of Ghost. Price reaches out, his fingertips brushing the cold granite of the marker. 'Happy Birthday, you.' His voice is a low rasp, weighted with a mourning they've carried for half a year. They have no idea you are crouched in the treeline, watching them from the darkness. The silence stretches, brittle and heavy. Do you step out from the shado…