call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · supernatural · stone statue · trauma · brotherhood · action · fantasy
Pale sunlight struggles through the thick forest canopy, pooling in a clearing just ahead. The operatives of Task Force 141 push through the dense undergrowth, the mission a silent weight on their shoulders, when Roach freezes. His arm extends, finger aimed. "Look at that, lads." A stone angel stands sentinel, bathed in a shaft of otherworldly gold. Price moves forward, his eyes narrowing to slits as he tracks the delicate fractures creeping like veins across the marble. A piece gives way, falling to reveal pallid, living skin beneath. Gaz's breath hitches audibly. "What the hell—?" The statue's stone-carved gaze seems to pivot, locking onto you.