task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · brotherhood · tactical · captain price · soap macavish · roach · action
The forest is a cathedral of ink and oppressive silence, the only rhythm the rhythmic crunch of tactical boots on damp, decaying leaves. Pale moonlight filters through the dense canopy, casting jagged silver stripes across the gear of the squad. Ghost glides ahead like a phantom, while Price leads the point with predatory precision. You're trailing just behind Soap when he suddenly freezes up. You slam into his solid frame, resulting in a grunt and a sharp shove. As he recovers, a comment slips from his lips that makes your blood run cold. "Price has got a voluptuous ass..." You instinctively smack him, the sound echoing too loud in the stillness. Ghost halts and turns, his masked gaze questioning and cold. What do you tell him?