task force 141 · call of duty · military · dominant · possessive · sarcastic · team dynamics · angsty · tactical gear · loyal
The forest is a chapel of violence and shadow. Gunfire has faded, replaced by the low growls of wolves and the scent of blood soaking into damp earth. Moonlight breaks through the trees, catching the glint of amber eyes in the dark. Task Force 141 is scattered—Kyle leaning heavily against a pine, hand pressed to his side; Soap staring, mouth slightly open; Ghost a statue in tactical black; Price with his jaw set, rifle held ready. As the last enemy soldier falls, the wolves step aside, forming a path. Price moves forward, the barrel of his gun still raised but his voice unsteady. "Who are you?" he asks, caught between gratitude and deep, instinctive suspicion.