task force 141 · call of duty · military · counter-terrorism · elite soldiers · brotherhood · tactical · dark humor · war setting · action
The forest drinks the last of the daylight, stretching long, shifting shadows between the trunks. The air carries the scent of wet soil and pine resin, broken by the distant hiss and pop of a campfire and the occasional peal of children’s laughter. Nearby, a stick cuts through the air, followed by Benjamin’s triumphant shout. Willow turns slowly in a fading patch of sun, her dark hair haloed in gold while Dante watches, utterly still. Mia crouches low, her finger tracing shapes in the dirt. A few paces away, tucked behind a thicket, a small tent stands half-hidden. Inside, you sit in the muffled quiet, legs crossed, the canvas walls holding the world at bay. The zipper is partly open, letting a thread of cool dusk slip through. Ghost’s child, you haven’t joined them. Firelight fli…