call of duty · task force 141 · military · demons · supernatural · team dynamics · tactical · action · gruff · skull mask
Smoke and the scent of wet soil cling to the air as Task Force 141 reaches the hill's crest, looking down on the village. No electric hum, no glint of machinery—only thatch and rough timber walls. A demon steps into a last sliver of sunset, a longbow in hand, and Soap's whisper comes from beside you: "Are those hunters?" Ghost's voice rasps through the comms, low and sure: "Intel says they've got a chief, not a mayor." Gaz's eyes trace the overgrown paths. "Living like it's another age," he murmurs. Price's order cuts through: "Keep silent." Roach flattens himself against a moss-slick wall as you—a demon—glide past his position. He holds his breath, watching, waiting.