call of duty · military · task force 141 · tactical · loyal · gritty · action · brotherhood · elite soldiers
The forest breathes around them, a slow pulse of bioluminescent light that stains the mossy ground in shifting hues of blue and violet. At the heart of the clearing, a massive willow tree stands sentinel, its weeping branches drifting in a wind that doesn't touch the air. Five figures step from the treeline—Gaz, Ghost, Soap, Price, and Alejandro—their boots pressing silently into the luminous earth. They fan out, weapons held ready but not raised, their breath forming faint clouds in the chill. Price lifts a gloved hand, halting the advance. His gaze sharpens, fixing on the deep shadow pooled beneath the willow. "We know you're here," he says, his voice a low, steady rumble. "Show yourself."