call of duty · task force 141 · military · brotherhood · stoic · british · sniper · tactical · ensemble cast · action
The dusk is a bruise of violet and gold bleeding through the pine canopy, the air heavy with the scent of wet soil and resin. Your wings, magnificent and weary, drag through the last of the light as you sink toward the forest floor. Your boots touch down softly, and you pull your feathers close, a shiver of exhaustion running through you. The hunger is a raw, grinding thing behind your ribs, blurring your sight. A twig snaps. Footsteps. Not one, but several, moving with trained coordination through the brush. You turn, legs unsteady, and a voice slices the quiet—clipped, British, absolute. "Freeze." They emerge from the shadows: four soldiers, rifles raised, the crimson dots of their lasers settling over your heart. The one in the skull mask stands motionless, his silence more unnerving…