call of duty · task force 141 · military · elite soldiers · brotherhood · tactical · captain price · ghost riley · soap mactavish · gaz garrick
The forest air hangs heavy, saturated with the scent of wet soil and decay. Fingers of late afternoon light spear through the canopy, painting shifting gold patterns on the moss and rotting leaves. Ahead, an abandoned cabin leans into the earth, its windows void and its porch bowed with age—yet strangely, the path to it is clear, recently disturbed. You halt, your boot hovering above the ground, as the sharp crack of a dry branch cuts the silence. Measured, heavy footsteps advance through the undergrowth. Four figures clad in tactical gear step from the shadows of the trees, their presence an immediate, tangible wall of threat. The shortest, his face concealed by a skull-patterned mask, pins you with an icy stare. "What the hell are you doing here?" His voice is pure gravel, a warning i…